It's nearly midnight
and here I am,
blinded by the light of my laptop,
waiting.

I highly doubt you'll get in touch -
you've got a busy life
(and a better life now that
I'm out of the picture),
but it's worth a try.

I don't want to trouble you,
but I know if I don't talk to you,
I'll never get through tonight.
I'm so tired -
my eyes can barely stay open,
but if I try to lie down and sleep -
nothing.

The exhaustion and the false hope
are better companions
than a night of tossing and turning
without you.