Reprise of Hope

you don’t know me
and
i don’t know that you ever will.
i wonder
if late at night,
you lay in your bed
staring up at the ceiling,
wondering if someone like me
is out there.
i know i do.
i wonder
if your arms ache for me
in the middle of the night
like mine do.
i hope
wherever you are
that you feel,
deep inside,
that i am looking for you
and i hope you don’t give up
looking for me,
too.

~lt