These are the moments in the still night I dread. The overwhelming ones where you have nothing better to do than think. To remember over and over. Dig into things you've seen. Things you've heard. To helplessly wonder and hope. Try to lead yourself away from disappointment. You run scenarios through your head. Imagine conversations that will never happen. It leaves you feeling silly. Knowing you're immersed in a fantasy. Even if it annoys you, that you're lonely enough, To indulge in these wandering visions. It gives a temporary idea. Of what it would be like. If the one you want could be with you.