I list my questions at night,  
About people and things I silently seek.  
In my dreams, I wait for those  
Who hold the answers I cannot reach.  
Sometimes, I wait patiently,  
Oftentimes, restlessly,  
Wondering if I’ll find them before the dawn.

These questions I keep in my nightstand,  
A quiet list of hopes, doubts, and love,  
Silent, steady, never gone.  

In the morning, I hope to wake a little more understood,  
And in turn, to understand,  
To bridge the space between hearts,  
To finally make sense of all I cannot grasp.