Missing You

 

I notice it the most at night—
How the sky seems to grow bigger,
And every star seems so far away.
How all the things I’ve struggled with;
My doubts and fears, my weariness and pain—
Grow dimmer, somehow,
With thoughts
Of missing you.
 
I always think that I’m OK
When it is daytime.
Somehow the sun’s bright light manages
To blind my mind and numb my heart.
And so it comes as a surprise
With every sunset,
With every gentle drawing of nighttime curtains
How much I didn’t know I missed you
In the day.
 
Perhaps it is the stillness—
So different from the cacophony of daily life
That lets my heart at last be heard.
Perhaps it is the feeling of being small:
A tiny speck alone against the universe
That makes me long for someone else
To help me hold this moment
Because it feels too big for my clumsy fingers.
 
And if you think that night
Is a time to close your eyes and go sleep
And forget the things that fill my life with music,
Then you are wrong.
Because I notice it the most at night—
My heart
Missing yours.