You

The days are long and nights are hard;

Most of them are spent thinking of you.

We may be strangers with a perfect night but

The days are long and nights are hard.

Not knowing where you are or if you’re okay,

Not knowing what this feeling is,

Not knowing why this feeling is scary,

Each moment spent thinking about you.

The days are long, spent thinking and worrying,

Nights- spent trying to silence the thinking and worrying.

The days are long and nights are hard.