Tonight

I would love to see you but I know tonight won't be the night. I would love to hold you, to feel your arms around me, to feel your hand in mine and tell you that I love you. But tonight won't be the night.

Tonight won't be the night I get to hear your voice, tonight won't be the night where I can sleep like a baby while having you wrapped around me. Tonight won't be the night I get to hear you tell me you love me. Not tonight.

Tonight I'm sleeping alone, wishing you were here. Tonight I'm wishing on a star that time would reverse itself. Tonight I'm just loving you from afar, hoping that you're also thinking about me, missing me as much as I miss you. Tonight, like every night, I'm yours. Tonight like many other nights, I'm disappointed because I can't see you. The only difference tonight is that the disappointment is becoming more bearable.

Could it be that my love is evaporating into the disappointment? Or is it that I'm getting so used to it that I'm becoming numb to it ?

I guess we won't know tonight...