I look up
at the moon
and whisper
‘I miss you’
hoping
you’ll
hear it.

In case
you read this,
I miss you.

To feel
the
butterflies
as my
hand slips
into yours
for the
first time.

The type
of eye contact
that fills
my hollow chest
with butterflies.

Butterflies
and you.

If there are
no stars
in your sky
you can
have mine.

I miss you
like the way
the empty sky
misses her clouds.

Hold me
like the
way
the sky
holds
the moon.

If you
feel lost
I’ll be lost
with you.

Lost
in a dream
where all
I see
is you.

To have
my hands
locked in yours.

To be
lost in
your eyes.

To find
the rhythm
of us.

To be
lost in
a storm
with you.

Lost
in you.

Sometimes
the broken
parts of me
get so heavy
I need to rest.

My armour
is too
damaged.

The
wildflowers
I plant
are wilting

The trees
are losing
their leaves.

And my
heart is
fearing the
thorns of
sadness.

And so
I go to
the stars
and mountains
to heal
once again.

You’ve
been broken,
damaged,
and hurt.
But still,
you are
enough.

We are
both broken,
but slowly
mending
each other.

I miss you.
so much.

I’ll be
your
compass
when you
get lost
in the
ocean of
sadness.

My dreams,
an ocean
of you.

The ocean,
the moon,
and you.