Fiction/utter tosh

Still waiting
for that letter that will never come.

For like the second of that astronaut pair,
You don't follow my foot steps as they appear in the sand,
only I yours.

Too many times you cross my mind
Too many times I see your name
written in silver stars
words dancing across the ceiling

I wait for you
every night
for the little green light that is your presence
to wink on

And then again I wait
wait through the cold, lonely hours of the early morning
for that light to once again go out.

I know you'll never talk to me
why do I even try?

But there's always that small flicker
of hope.