how can it be that there are so many people

on this earth, and yet i feel like i am alone?

how can it be that i see you everyday

yet i can't make my love for you known?


why is it that i believe you love me 

even though i have never spoken to you?

why is it that i live in these fantasies that

are not real and will never be true?


when will i decide to break the quiet monster

of my demeanor that i have created?

when will you decide to answer my imaginary calls

that for so long i have waited?


what is it that i am trying to say?

not even i could tell you.



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