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