There are words that arise on my lips,

And fall,

Like the tides of the oceans,

That are between us,

A place in my heart,

That has been empty and yearning,

Since our last hug,

The moon hesitantly peeps at me through the window,

As I lay awake in crippling loneliness,

And I feel like the lone wandering star,

Traversing through the endless skies,

Guided by some distant light,

Like a lonely raincloud,

Showering incessantly in unknown places,

In search of a place called home.