Facts about this night.

You don’t know this, but I miss you.
You not know this, but I do wonder if we will ever share a bed again.
It might come about, casually, in the future.
It might never be repeated.

You don’t know this, but I don’t feel empty,
Because I once had you.
Because some nights we had each other…

Because you did talk about love, at least that one time.

You don’t know this, but I miss you,

I don’t go crazy, I don’t cry, I don't kick puppies…
Because I do believe that, every now and then, you miss me too;
and for the time, that suffices.