I keep reaching for my phone,
hoping your name will light up the screen.
The house feels too quiet,
and my coffee tastes a little less sweet.
I miss the way you’d laugh at my bad jokes,
and roll your eyes when I talk too much.
I miss the random \"are you okay?\" texts at 2 AM,
and the way you’d remember the small things I forget.
The songs sound different now.
Every line somehow reminds me of you.
The streets feel emptier,
because you’re not walking beside me.
I’m not asking for much.
Just one more conversation,
one more \"goodnight\",
one more \"I’m here\".
Until then, I’ll keep your memories close,
like a sweater on a cold day.
And I’ll wait.
Because missing you means you mattered.
And you matter a lot..