I listen to the music.
I wish one day someone will sing to me.
Read another poem,
Look at my friends,
Know they’ve found
What they dreamt of.
For now, just sit,
Wishing upon a star—
That I’ll be worthy
Of such a love.
Wish I had someone
Who would hold me close,
Lift my head
When the voices
Get too strong.
Everyone sings it
As a joke—
“Roni, don’t go.”
But just once,
I wish it meant more
Than a stupid line in a song.
But I guess it’s just not meant to be.
Always have been—
The friend you love,
But not like this.
So, I walk by myself,
Have a million friends—
And a cold bed.