Maybe you enjoy my company.
Some thoughts are loudest
in the hours past midnight,
best comforted by my warmth.

Maybe we really are just friends,
though you never called me in fair weather.
We all have friends for different occasions.

Maybe you wanted more,
although you never asked.
Why would you settle for anything less?

Maybe you’d find wonder in my mess?
Maybe you think of the world of me?
If I’m brave enough to ask,
maybe the answer is yes.

On that courageous night I learned
my maybes flew too close to the sun.
You think of me too little,
I thought of you too much.

Under the cover of moonlight
I took my tattered wings,
then abandoned my once-hopeful maybes.
Like a ship feeling a foggy night,
I found calm in dawn’s unfiltered light.