No words

I text you
but I don't know what to say
I feel I have thousands words at the tip of my tong
but they don't go out
I text you
doing a lot of silly questions
just in a hope of hear silly answers
but I only read one or two words
I text you
because the silence is too noisy to hear
I hope to hear your voice at the first thing I can hear when I wake up
or the last thing I listen when I go to sleep
It is silly I know, but I catch myself looking at old pictures and videos
something squeeze my chest and I look at the full moon,
It is the same moon that is reflecting light to you,
I wonder if you look at it at the same moment as me
Your smiles blink in my thoughts,
your funny noises of happiness, soar in my head,
where are you?

Are you there? Are you still there? My Sun and Stars. . .