Alone and

Cold and

In the dark I lie.

In a single bed.

Aware of every individual

Invading sound.

Wishing, just wishing.

How can I know what

You think of me.

To think of you is crystal clear.

But to the opposing thought

Is what, I fear.

How can you know what I go through

Every time I think of you?

Can you possibly feel as I do?

Can you think of me as I do of you?

Alone, cold and in the dark

Just wishing on a star.

Wishing to be with you.

Together, warm and in the dark.

-Heather Leina’ala Martin-

revised 17 October 2002