this message may be offensive
The night is loud with empty glass,
with strangers’ smoke and borrowed cheer.
They laugh, they touch, they drift, they pass
and damn it… I wish you were here.
Some girl leans close to steal my flame,
her perfume thick, her whisper near.
She asks for mine, she wants my name
but she’s not you.
Fuck, I wish you were here.
Your ghost walks slowly through the room,
in every smile that’s half your fire.
In every shadow, every bloom
of reckless thought, of dark desire.
The music shakes the crowded floor,
their bodies sway like they don’t care.
But I’ve seen something wild before
and none of them move like you there.
They might be softer to the touch,
they might be sweet, they might be clear.
But none of them burn half as much.
And God…I wish you were here.
Because you never played things tame,
you never kissed without a fight.
You turned a spark into a flame
and made the darkness feel like light.
So let them dance and laugh and stare,
let every hungry heart appear.
I’d trade them all without a care.
Just…wish you were here.