Wondering Out Loud

Don't you miss me, a little, when the camera's not around?

Don't you miss me, when you're away from the crowd?

Don't you miss me, when you miss your laugh?

Don't you miss me, or think of our silly talks?

Don't you miss me, when there's no lime light?

Don't you miss me, or how it all felt so right?

Don't you miss me, when nobody understands?

Don't you miss me, at least when you need a helping hand?

Don't you miss me, now that you're gone?

Don't you miss me, in the hours before dawn?

Don't you miss me, is that why you chose this path?

Don't you miss me, no loneliness does my absence cast?

Don't you miss me, now that you've parted our ways?

Don't you miss me, does it not hurt to be away?

Don't you miss me, now that we've put up a wall?

Don't you miss me, a little?

Don't you miss me at all?

Cause I miss you a little, a little more than lot...

In a land of perpetual monsoon, where the cold never left and people constantly looked at each other with suspicious eyes, like their faith in humanity was lost, she was the sun that kept everyone warm. She'd never doubt you. Her faith in you would encourage you to have faith in yourself. She'd talk to you like you were a long lost friend. She'd talk to you like you were worth being heard. Like your dreams, your sadness mattered. Like YOU mattered. Something about the way she made them feel spoke volumes about herself. She'd never talk about herself. She'd always listen no matter how many times she already heard it. She could take away your sorrow. Make you believe like some magic's about to happen and spin your world around. She could make you believe in all things beautiful. And even though the rain always tried to drown her light, her smile was enough to win the fight.

And I have always loved you, unconsciously before, like a kid in love with a book. A book she carries with her wherever she goes, I carried you in my heart, across the cities, over the seas. They tell me of all the loves that couldn't be. I doubt love and love the stories instead. Real people I tell myself. Real stories. So much chaos and so many faces, yet none I want to see. Always detached, I didn't know what to feel, until our eyes did meet and right there all my unrest siezed. I see those stories in your eyes and pray, let us not be another couldn't be. Cause I have always loved you, in spite of all those stories, those tragedies, like the shore loves the sea, in spite of all those times it leaves. And I have always loved you, like the wolf loves the moon, in silence, from a distance, never noticed. How sometimes she shined full and bright and how it couldn't hold back its delight. How every time I saw you, it made me smile. How everytime you were around, the world seemed too good to be true. And I have always loved you...

Answers

I stand at the shore, sending puffs of smoke in the air in hopes of getting an answer. I stand there for the longest time talking to the rocks, the sea, the wind. Telling them stories no one wants to hear. She would. She would always listen no matter how ridiculous it was. I stand there telling them about her and how beautiful she was. How her eyes were deeper than this sea and how her touch was more comforting than this wind and how in spite of all the love and softness, she was strong. Stronger than I was. I smoke some more expecting her to see these puffs from the stars she now lives with, and rescue me like she always did. "This is not the answer!", she'd tell me. She'd always have the answer. She always had the words to comfort people. I wonder where she went when she needed comfort? Did she go to the waters, like I did? Or the woods? Or to people?
I take out my phone and open her profile which now had no user.
"Find comfort in your prayer mat and you'll never have to look for it again", read her last status.
Again, she had the answer.