it's eight...and ticking.
what am i waiting for?
i don't know.
i used to have lots of things to count down to.
new year's day. birthdays. anniversaries.
and of course, meeting you again.
we used to have dates for everything together.
you and me.
but now, we don't even know what we have,
let alone, dates to look forward to.
we are one and yet, we are not.
i feel you so strongly inside of me,
filling me up every corner and nook,
but still, it's empty.
my heart is empty,
my heart is decaying,
it's hungry and it's thirsty,
wanting to be satisfied.
i don't know much,
but just this one truth,
i know that i miss you.
when the sun shines its last ray,
i wait for you.
i wanna feel your arms around me,
hold me like you always do.
as you tuck me into bed at night and turn off the light,
i wanna feel your warmth enveloping me,
telling me that i would be safe tonight.
i like the way you play my hair,
i love the way you whisper tenderly into my ear.
i just wanna feel you,
won't you please, come back here,
because tomorrow morning,
i know that you'd be gone,
when i open my eyes,
knowing no one's beside.
if i am left with one wish in this world,
i want it to be you.
i want you to be the first thing i wake up to in the morning,
and the last, when night falls.