Missing

Missing

I poured your name into the wind,
Hoping it might find you again.
Your shadow lingers on my skin,
Like a touch that’s never been.

The room is full, but I feel alone,
Like I’ve lost a place I once called home…

I’m missing — not just you, but me,
The version of us we used to be.
I reach for hands I cannot hold,
I whisper warm into the cold.
I’m missing — like a song half-played,
Like light that never touched the shade.
You’re not gone, but you’re not here…
And I’m missing you,
So near, so clear.

Your laughter used to fill the air,
Now I chase ghosts that aren’t there.
Every corner knows your name,
But nothing ever feels the same.

I fake a smile, I speak your lie,
That "I’m okay" — but I still cry…

I’m missing — like a line erased,
Like a heart that can’t be replaced.
You live in moments I can’t reach,
In every silence, every breach.
I’m missing — not just time or place,
But the way your love would trace my face.
You’re the echo I walk through…
I’m missing me
Because of you.

It’s not goodbye if it still burns,
It’s not the end if hope returns.
But I’ve been waiting in the rain,
Calling out your name…

I’m missing — and I don’t know why,
It’s like a wound that doesn’t cry.
You were more than just a face,
You were home, you were my space.
I’m missing — and it doesn’t fade,
Just lingers in the mess we made.
If love was true, if love was strong…
Why does missing you
Feel so long?