Longing Wabi Sabi

There are words that arise on my lips,
And fall,
Like the tides of the oceans,
That are between us,
A place in my heart,
That has been empty and yearning,
Since our last hug,
The moon hesitantly peeps at me through the window,
As I lay awake in crippling loneliness,
And I feel like the lone wandering star,
Traversing through the endless skies,
Guided by some distant light,
Like a lonely raincloud,
Showering incessantly in unknown places,
In search of a place called home.