i wish i didn't miss you,
you've made it all too clear
i have never been anything
to you;
but here i am
holding onto a thread of hope
that maybe you'll return to be my friend
i have a feeling that this optimism
past the point of foolishness-
yet i miss you
like the moon crying out for the night,
but you will never come again;
will you?
i miss you more than words can adequately express,
but i doubt you'd care;
even if you knew.
muses are such fickle things
i pray yours returns
these plots we spun into existence
i don't want to lose into some distant sea
never to be seen again
because i cannot endure the haunting thought
of losing you
forever.