No Sense

This is not the kind of love who we know

like in romances

how your face blushed so easily,

I thought—maybe that was love, too.

There were nights you left too soon,

mornings I woke to an empty room.

Still, I left the porch light on,

hoping one day you'd come back home.

Maybe I’ve been watching stars too far,

I’ll reach where you are.

And I’m thinking about you still,

Maybe I’ve been watching stars too far,

I’ll reach where you are.

but you're so distant, maybe standing still