I miss you

Your music takes me home when I’m stuck waiting for a bus

Astoria is my soul song

I wonder if I’ll ever be in the same room as you again

Or if I’ll ever hear your voice for real

Wouldn’t it be lovely?

Perhaps one sided

I wish I could be everything to you that you are to me

I wish I could be

But you don’t need a me

When you have everything already

Maybe it’s you who isn’t worthy of me

That’s a laugh

I just wonder if I could be that to someone else

As broken and beaten as I am

It’s a question of worth, really

You who is magnificent

And I who has nothing to give

Is the cost of worth your soul?

It’s hard to be this way

Always wishing in your direction

Knowing in my soul the gods laugh at me each time I do

No one has missed you like I do

It’s a unique type of missing

Like in my soul I feel I know you

And in my head I don’t

I miss something that may not ever exist

You’re not lonely anymore

Does that mean you don’t survive?

I’d rather you did

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