Here I am again.
With my paper and pen.
I am writing another letter.
Even though it won't make anything better.
I always write to you every day.
There was still a lot I needed to say.
I can't believe it's been so long.
Without your presence it feels so wrong.
I want to hear your voice.
But I don't have a choice.
I want to see your face.
But the world is a messed up place.
I have piles and piles of these letters in my room.
But they will never get sent to you anytime soon.
Because you in the heavens, away and a far.
And there is no address for you in the stars.
So I say goodnight with no reply.
As I look at the stars in the sky.
Choked up with no words with so much to say.
As I continue to write you letters day by day.