Author: karmakaze PM
One of those poems about lying in bed at 12 a.m., thinking once again about the person you're soon to stop thinking about.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 154 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 07-19-06 - id: 2214686
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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
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