Aught.

you have time
you just have not time for me
and I keep wondering
why I keep in love with you.
It is strange.
It is like I have you here,
but it is all the contrary.
and I can do nothing more.
anything I do I feel I am disturbing you
I do not know, maybe
I am too chatty and you too busy
maybe it is not meant to be.
(still, I know aught about you:
you are enchanting.)
You probably realized
and you are not in a sweet phase of your life for
someone like me to be a part of,
or you do not want me indeed.
right now, it really feels like I have an imaginary friend,
but the only thing imaginary here, is the love in return.
Either way or the other,
I am feeling solitary
and I wish deep I could feel your arms around me.