when it’s late at night

your glasses are not

on your nose

your tea is gone

the corner is cold

and your imagination has

run away with you

once again

when dreaming

you wish for him to

dream in your

direction

but you know he

never will

(for good reason)

and you want to

talk to him

but can’t

think of

anything to say and

can’t get up the

nerve

anyway

well

sometimes sighs

are the only things

you can

say