Lost and then, found.
It feels like stardust, being in your proximity With every echo of a pulse I like the thought of you next to me So when you’re not around It’s all sand, no glimmer, A bittersweet showdown. My brain feels dead All that I see is red And I write things that I dread For you don’t seem to pass by When the sun sets down And the moon grazes So does the enigma of us. Waiting, dreading, complaining Writing about you When I should be writing to you instead Being anywhere and everywhere When I should be home instead Feeling safe, solaced and salvaged From the ghosts in my room. So when you’re not around, I just think And wonder how The warmest place in the whole wide world Is the place next to you.