some nights, sadness dribbles down on me like rain on a roof.
some nights, it is a hot, wet blanket, heavy and suffocating.
some nights, it is nothingness. but as real as the air I breathe.
but always… there is missing you.
always, I wish I could lie next to you. look at the stars. try to match your breathing.
always, I wish I could hear you. talk about anything. everything. I’ll just sit and listen.
always, I wish I could reach out and touch you again. feel like we’re going to be okay.
I would be happy if I could have you some nights, for always.
and so on these nights, I am somehow, always, missing you.