i sit alone in silence,

in the corner of my empty room

looking up at the moon

through the clear window.

i don't see the moon,

i see you instead.

your memories crawling its way

back into my mind.

i can't help but wonder

if you're glancing at the moon too,

and thinking about me

just the way i'm thinking about you.

this silence is painful

and i feel like it's killing me alive.

all i hear is my heart

drumming in my chest, wishing

and yearning to see you

for one last time.

longing to hear you

tell me that your heart aches

to be with me again.

longing to hear you

tell me that your fingers miss

being entwined with mine.

longing to hear you

tell me that you miss my head

against your naked chest.

longing to hear you

tell me that you miss my

lipstick stains on your cheeks.

longing for you,

my love, to tell me that you

walk alone in the streets we used

to roam together,

trying to relive our memories.

tell me, my love

that you wait at the french café,

with two coffee cups,

your eyes fixated on the door

waiting and hoping that

i'd walk in.

tell me that you

miss my tainted lips on yours.

tell me that you

miss my random musings, tell me

that every love bird in your garden

still sing my name.

tell me that the

fragrance of my love still

lingers in your mind.

tell me, my love,

that i'm your sweet pain,

your favorite mistake.