When the day’s done and loneliness seeps into my soul like water under a carpet.

I take a dip into these memories that we shared together.

I end up tearing up, writing sad poems.

Stretching my heart too far beyond healing.

I fade into a sour sunset blur and bare.

Trying to make out your face with the stars.

I now realise that love is too hard.

Not having you is a death sentence but I guess I was too emotional to think straight.

Too uptight to let you in, to fall in love at once.

But I guess you hear my heart pondering from wherever you are in the corners of the world.

I hope you feel my messages through the universe.

And I hope you see my silhouette in your shower when you’re alone and bare.

I hope you hear my voice ring into your dreams as you close your eyes.

Coz I do…have a freehand drawing of your face dangling on my wall.

And reach out to me, I fucking miss you.

My man.