Hey, I miss you.
I know I’ve said it many times in many different ways but that doesn’t take away from the feeling I have every time I think it. It doesn’t take away from the way I feel when I want to hear your voice or remember the touch of your lips against mine. I keep coming back to it, more and more lately. I don’t know if that’s because I’ve been writing more and you are what I write, or if it’s because I’ve been reading what I wrote for you. Either way it hurts. Either way I want to tell you. Either way I know I can’t.
Hey, I’m confused.
I don’t know if I’m just lonely or if you meant that much to me. It sounds shitty to say but in reality nobody really knows. Loneliness is missing the person that meant the most to you. We don’t know if we’re lonely because we don’t have someone or if not having someone is making us lonely. We can be alone in a crowd but not often alone with one other person. I always thought you were my one other person. Maybe that was my fault.
Hey, come back.
It’ll all happen again, I know that. I don’t care. I want you back. I want you here. I want the excitement of knowing you’re out there. I want to have something to look forward to at the end of my days. I want your responses and all of your words. Even if we’re doomed to repeat this a thousand times I’ll gladly fall on my sword for each ending if it means we get to go another round.
The piano’s playing a lonely key. The silence in between the music sounds louder this time. There are no strings, only the piano key. I keep waiting for the next press to never come. I’m waiting. Hey, I’m waiting.