feels like standing outside in the rain
waiting for a door that never opens.
I try to act strong,
to keep myself busy,
to pretend the silence does not hurt
but every night ends the same:
with me missing you more than before.
I wonder if love fades quietly,
or if it stays hidden
inside the spaces between our distance.
Do you still think of me
before you sleep?
Do you still reach for your phone
wanting to tell me about your day?
Do you still love me
with the same warmth
you once held me with?
Because I do.
Even now.
Even through the silence.
Even through the ache of missing you.
