Is it the ambience?

Is it the raindrops falling on the rooftop?

Is it the routines?

The conversations?

Or is it you? Because of you?

'Cause when I sit, still, I thought I heard your voice.

Close my eyes, wishing I could see nothing but you.

Is it really you I'm missing?

I try not to think about what you're like.

Try not to wonder where you've been.

What you've done.

What are you doing.

I open my eyes wishing the illusion gone.

I really tried not to miss you.

But in the end...

I do.

I do.

I do.

And I really do.

Farah Mayu Awaliyah, 20th November 2022