Come to me...

It’s hard to witness

you with another’s embrace,

so often I turn skyward,

to veil the truth's tender trace.

She lingers—yet I breathe

the whisper of your name,

searching shadows for fragments

where your love still remains.

It burns—this silent ache—

to not need you near,

to feign a stranger’s poise,

to mask the truth sincere.

My heart races,

my breath holds,

caught in the spell

of a glance untold.

Not kissed by your lips,

not cradled in your arms,

yet every thought knows

it’s you who charms.

Return to me,

-return to me.

I hunger,

I ache—

no force can undo—

it’s only you.

Lonely hours

softly weep

beneath the weight

of your ghost’s keep.

I taste the shadow

of your lips’ caress,

hear the echoes

of your voice’s confess.

I crave your touch,

your flame,

your scent—

your sweetest vice.

Return to me,

return to me.

So gentle your hands,

a balm to my soul,

each touch a promise

making me whole.

You held me like no other,

a love unrivaled, true,

and in this heart,

there’s only room for you.

I seek your spirit

in strangers’ arms,

find you only

in dreams’ alarms.

Lost in silence,

mad with need—

without you near,

come back to me,

come back to me.