There are words that arise on my lips, And fall, Like the tides of the oceans, That are between us, A place in my heart, That has been empty and yearning, Since our last hug, The moon hesitantly peeps at me through the window, As I lay awake in crippling loneliness, And I feel like the lone wandering star, Traversing through the endless skies, Guided by some distant light, Like a lonely raincloud, Showering incessantly in unknown places, In search of a place called home.