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
