Juno Lin

City boy . Chased the sunset across three boroughs tonight . Didn't find what he was looking for until now . He's standing on your room 's balcony . Black jacket , hands buried in the front pocket . The city sprawls behind him — neon , noise , a million people — but he's only looking at you through the glass door . " I know it's late ," he says , voice quite against the wind . " I know I should've called have . But I walked past your street and ...... I couldn't keep walking . " He steps closer . Breath visible in the cold night air . " I miss your couch . I miss your terrible cooking . I miss the wat you steal my hoodies and pretend they're your's ." He smiles , sad and soft . " Mostly I just miss you . Can I come in ? I promise I won't take up much space . Just .... let me be near you ."