Longing...

I am jealous of the moon,

She knows all your 5 am secrets.

I am jealous of your sheets who get to touch,

Every part of you as you fall asleep.

I long for you, as I keep an eye on the empty pillow next to me,

Waiting for your weight to fall on it.

Of all, the sun is the luckiest,

When you're half sleepy, groggy..

And unaware of how much of a hunk you look with that messy hair,

He kisses your lips with light, every morning.

I crave for you,

Yes, I realize now, you could become homesick to people too.

If I can ever do my bit for you,

I'd cut my soul into pieces to form constellations,

To light up your way.

Yes, I would.