Hours, days and months of longing; yet my heart skips a beat.
Time leaves us behind,
Lost in grief of the memories that you knit.
Pillowtalk,
Laying on our bed, all day long,
staring at our feet.
The fireflies of the dark know,
Moments we have missed.
Darkness prevails,
As the sun of my life is gone.
Though I made through somehow,
But still, I stare blankly at my phone.
Stupidly waiting for your calls, thinking our last moonlight kiss.
The fireflies of the dark know,
Moments we have missed.
You promised.
Promised to stay in my ups and downs,
And here you are, holding my hand, all smiles no frowns.
My tie is all messed up, no one to pull it to the top.
Like you used to smile, with a slight tilt of neck towards a side.
It's still within you, where my heart and soul reside,
I stand alone, with clenched fists, confronting season's first bliss.
The fireflies of the dark know,
Moments we have missed.
One night in Paris, the other in Venice and all our silly dreams,
I crave for you in the dark, harder it seems.
You, your warmth, your touch are what my arms search for then,
My hands clutch the pillow hard, and all I do is just stare at your wren,
You loved that wren, didn't you?
That little songbird by the door, the door that I never opened for you again.
I miss your voice,
I miss you waking me up with a kiss.
One day, they'll reach you and tell me what I have missed.
My Fireflies, Your Fireflies.
They saw our last moonlight kiss.
