It is a
lonely
proposition
to sit
here and
think of
you
tonight.

nothing I
say will
ever
be answered
no syllable
from my
lips will
ever touch
your ear.

but still
in this moment
you are
everything,

even in
the deepest
depths of
every breath
that I
breathe.

it all
all comes
back
to you,

endless banter
with me
and this
one star
tonight,

that will
always shine
you into
my eyes.

and then
leave me
again naked
and unafraid

helplessly
hoping

you.

over and
over again,

like it knows
me all
to well,

and sometimes
it knows
me better
than myself.