First Contact

It's been so many nights I've scrolled down my contact list & Highlighted your name. So many nights you've crossed My mind and never left. Wherever you call home Wherever I call home. Places I thought we'd never go Desperate finding our way back. You're name a direct reflection Of the sun, My finger an eclipse. Unknown to the philosophers And professors who study science. It's been so many nights I've scrolled down my contact list & Your name has shone bright Like some shooting star Searching for something it's lost. Knowing our history You'd have to be there to have Seen it. Without first contact, I miss you every time