I know there is love, I know it’s real,  
but somehow, I just can’t seem to feel—  
the warmth, the fire, the pull so strong,  
it used to be there, now it feels... gone.  

I’ve asked for more, for words, for light,  
for something to hold in the quiet night.  
Not much, just glimpses, soft and true,  
but each time I ask, it fades from view.  

It’s less and less, slipping away,  
like whispers lost in yesterday.  
And though I know you still are near,  
I feel so distant, drowned in fear.  

I’m not hurt, just sad, just lost,  
wondering if I’m worth the cost.  
Am I enough, or just a weight?  
Will love slip through, or am I too late?  

I don’t know what else to do,  
how to reach, how to break through.  
I fear one day you’ll turn and see,  
that maybe I was never what you need.  

But still, I stay, still, I try,  
holding hope in the endless sky.  
Because even when I feel this way,  
I love you more than words can say.