I lay awake.
Unblinking.
In bed.
Thinking.

Hanging on.
To the "might's".
Picturing.
A perfect life.

A life where.
I had someone.
Who.
Understood.

My feelings.
My pain.
But of course.
It will never happen.

Because.
When I cry.
Under the.
Sky.

It's always.
Night.
With no.
Light.

To see the.
Tears.
And my.
Fears.

But still.
I'm thinking.
About it.
Hoping.

Imagining.