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.