Every night that passes by,
my heart wonders where you are.
Is that you in the gentle winds,
passing like a shooting star?
There are times I hear your voice,
it rushes, dancing on a breeze.
But it comes and goes so quickly;
won't you come back for me. . please?
Because ever since you've left,
skies have been empty as my soul.
My pillow drenched in yesterdays,
you used to be here, making me whole.
There are no stars to wish upon,
even the half moon is aching.
A million splinters in my heart -
so hard to breathe when its breaking.
I pray you come and find me,
intrude my agonizing dreams.
Prayers that reach a godless heaven,
ignoring my thoughts' muted screams.
And as the unkindness of the night
continues passing ever slow,
the sun begins welcoming me;
another unwanted tomorrow.
Dreaming is no longer comforting,
it never brings you back to me.
All I have is this useless poem
written for your memory.