I know

I keep searching for some small hope to hold onto.
Any sign that you might think of me,
that you might want me too.
I keep looking after you and
grasping,
grasping as wisps of nothing that I've imagined you feel for me.
Pretending that you spoke to me.
Pretending that you care for me.
Pretending you might actually
accept my heart that's crying
out to yours.
But you are silent. Oh, you are quiet,
and this nothing says
everything
I don't want to know.

That I'm foolishly hoping and so never moving.
I'm always loving alone.