Kang

Many nights
I lay in my bed
moonlight slipping in
and my mind goes to you.
I wonder if you’re okay
and a small, quiet part of my heart
wishes you would reach out for me.
To talk to me
and to laugh the way we used to laugh.
But you do not.
All there is now
is the night sky
and the midnight hush.
Many nights
I lay in my bed
moonlight slipping in
and my mind
goes to you.

~lt