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.