The patio sits, above below passing cars,
While two empty chairs, make wishes on far away stars.
Same wishes on different nights,
Same empty responses,
Like knocks on doors of houses without any lights.

No answer, because no one is home.
Because maybe he’s just too afraid of not being alone.
That’s all he’s ever known,
To be surrounded by a million people, but to still be alone.

Not knowing how to act, when someone actually cares,
Not knowing what to do,
When someone comes around and loves you for you.