Under the neon glow, streets silent and low,
Why’s this emptiness? Even the moon seems to know,
Echoes in my chest, rhythm slow, on the low,
Clinging to the memory, the only light that still shows.
Walk these silent streets, where your silence is a cloak,
Firing texts into the void, where my hope tries to evoke,
On the edge of every sound, on every word you spoke,
Waiting for that one sign, for that bond to re-stoke.
Chasing shadows, tracing steps through the night’s haze,
My phone’s a graveyard of our past, glowing with old days,
Still I send another message, riding on faith’s ways,
Hoping for a beep, a buzz, anything you’d phrase.
Under the faded lights, I paint you in my heart,
Memories hold tight, even when we're apart,
Walking silent streets, I feel you in the dark,
Countless nights, I've been out here playing the waiting game,
Patience like a fortress, heart steady, always the same,
I react to every hint, shout out your name,
Until you say it’s over, I’m in the frame, no shame.
Every text I send, hoping you’ll engage,
Standing firm, waiting, like a sage,
This heart’s resilient, unbroken by the age,
Ready to keep turning our story’s page.
In the spread of city lights, I find my pace,
Crowds blur around, but it’s your face I chase,
In every shadow, every single empty space,
Clinging to the ghost of your fleeting trace.
Neon signs flicker, they mimic your laughter,
I wander these streets, what am I even after?
But every corner turned, I hope to encounter,
A glimpse, a signal, a moment hereafter.
City lights dim, but my hope’s razor thin,
Where did I go wrong, how do I even begin?
Echoes of you, they pull me in,
Lost in the night’s embrace, but I refuse to give in.
Every turn, every corner whispers of our past feats,
Aching for a connection that repeats,
Lost in this city’s maze, my lonely heart beats,
Seeking, ever seeking, till my hope completes.
In the quiet of the night, I carve my path,
The city's chill, it's harsh, but here’s where I craft,
From solitude, strength, away from the wrath,
It’s not too dark, not with the memories I've amassed.