Missing you when
You’re not around.
Thinking of your voice,
But not hearing a sound.

Faking a smile
For everyone to see
Pretending I’m fine while
Feeling so empty

I’m completely alone,
With nothing to distract me.
Staring at the phone,
Wishing you would call.

But I can still feel the silence,
While you fill my head.
Anxious about your arrival,
And the things you never said.

All a helpless part
Of what I hold on to.
Why did I have to start
Keenly loving you?