I whispered her name over and over
poured myself a glass of red wine
it's nearly midnight
I've just had one of those moments
this poem has become difficult to write
I've been considering your reaction to my words
I get mad at them sometimes
but it's nice to sit here and pay no attention to anything
we're all born lost aren't we?
to be honest
I just wanted to see her face again
the heart of a man can be filled with love
but then how special can a person really be?
I stopped and processed this thought
after a while I simply became tired
as simple as that
which is basically what it was
I wondered how long these thoughts would last
I felt more logical than I had a right to be
it's an hour later and I'm still sitting here
with another thought from the mind
I'm not that much of a challenge for her
I blinked and looked at the room
I've looked at her photos a million times
it was cold and I shivered
Why could I not have been more specific about my feelings
several doubts went by before they finally disappeared
the moon shone brightly through my window
I put the wine glass down on the table
happy to have indulged in my daydreaming
I whispered her name over and over
just tell me that it means something