intricate skies

midnight blues

where are you?

at moments like this

i couldn't help but think

of you

my mind seems to wander 

at places it's not supposed to be

places where i know 

i couldn't afford such luxury

the stars seemed dimmer

where it's slowly 

engulfed by darkness

it's times like this 

when i'm aching to see

the buildings from above my window

but unfortunately

i'm not in the city 

there's no lights 

in this town i'm in

only trees covering the sky 

making it hard for me 

to watch the clouds pass by

where are you?

what's taking you so long? 

have we meet yet? 

bumped into each other yet, 

went in the same store, 

exchanged numbers yet? 

are you across the country, 

near, far, 

or maybe leisurely walking on the streets 

battling your own war?

maybe you're good at math 

while i suck at it 

or maybe you're a good cook 

when i don't even know how to do it

maybe we're the total opposites

you being good

at everything i'm bad at 

and me being good (i hope)

at everything you're bad at

or maybe not

maybe we're just the same

both wanting

trying to be living in this world

both wondering 

what it's like to meet each other

both messed up

to care enough and even bother

and oh, maybe you write poetry too 

or at least read them

but by now, i still don't have a clue

so where are you?

i'm asking this question to no one in particular

because it's nights like this

when i'm alone inside my room

staring at the four white walls beside me 

while shadows emerge from behind 

and their friend

which i consider a very unwanted guest

named loneliness hug me 

ever so tightly 

as if we're close

silent screams from my throat

are building 

while a fire inside

remains scorching

and i could have choked

by their suffocating hug by then

but i guess i liked 

the comfort they brought me

really though

where were you?