Day passed, can't help my eyes not looking at you for a single time
but there you are sitting in a luminous light, innocent.
full of life, moving uncertain.
excitement crawls through my body
wanting to speak the unspoken words. 
There, we're both standing in the middle, strange I couldn't speak.

Yea, we might not speak 
during the day.
But in that night,
you infiltrate my thoughts 
sporadically throughout the day
and haunt my dreams
occasionally throughout the night.

Funny how
it used to be
so comforting
talking to you at night.