Every hour we don’t message, I miss your thoughts
I teter and I bend, and I break while you pretend.
Every minute we don’t talk, I miss your voice
I empty and I hollow, and I wisp away and wallow.
Every second we don’t linger, I miss your inclination
I shimmy and I falter, and I question at your altar.
Every moment we don’t commit, I miss your souls embrace
You’re the star of my daily journal, and I hold your hand eternal.