“Who are you?” I ask myself every moment of the day and far into the night, I never know the answer, So I am left feeling lost, Left feeling unknown. I make a promise- that I will know myself through and through, From the depths of my soul to the tips of my fingers. But where do I start? I do not know. Everything I seem to know, Feels so trivial, Without substance. So I stare at myself in the mirror and watch in quiet disbelief, In wonder, In awe. I stare at the person I am, Someone so foreign, Yet so familiar. I make eye contact with her, And whisper into the air,

“Who are you?”

But a smile is her only answer.

I look to the sky for the answers that I seek, But all I see is the dark blanket of night, the shining stars, And the big bright moon. I feel the cool breeze on my skin And the feel of your lips against me. I long for that feeling, The feeling of you and me, Long lost in our memories. I look to the sky for the answers that I seek, But all I see is the shining starts that look like your eyes as they light up when you speak. The bright moon, A constant reminder of my solitude, My loneliness, The lack of your presence, And the absence of your heat. I look to the sky for the answers that I seek, And I whisper, “Please… Come back to me.”