I have oh so many questions

that no one wants to answer.

More than are we alone?

Am I alone?

Will I always be alone?

I want to know if there's ever been a time

in your life,

if there's ever been a midnight

you didn't want to sleep,

where you were armed only with a tissue

and a blank page in your journal

and you looked into the infinity and zero that surrounded you

and wondered

what I was thinking at that moment.

If I even remembered your name

on my endless list of flames

and if, there had ever been a night like this,

I wished I were sharing with you.

In the time it takes me to ask these questions

I leave room for one element of hope,

that, if you've ever thought of me this way,

you wished that we were something more than

hopeless.