I lie here,
my body is tired,
but my mind is awake.
I hear music that reminders me of you,
one song in particular, a happy song,
that evoked a deep sadness within me.
I don\'t know if you\'ve ever heard it,
but you\'d like it.
I gave you the letter,
not too long ago.
I wrote a note for practical concerns,
I wonder when you\'ll get back to me,
if you do.
I see your stories,
and I\'m glad you\'re having a nice time.
And I want to reach out, but I know it\'ll only make you love me less.
So I\'ll wait.
Except I don\'t know if it is waiting, if forever comes,
is forever waiting?
I feel stressed,
and I long for the comfort of your words,
I would really believe them this time.
Doing things alone is hard.
I can\'t believe this is how a lot of people live,
partnerless.
It feels a bit empty.
But I don\'t want a partner.
I want you.
I miss you.
Did my letter upset you?
Did it come across wrong?
Do you wish to be further from me after reading?
Did you even read it?
I wish you missed me,
I would only need you to tell me once.