Agreed

The music touches me closer in the space that you and I occupy.
Is my being alone the only thing welcoming your attention?
Nothing is to be shared between us.
Am I lost?
I find myself unfound, and waiting still.
A symbolic helping dries my empty platter.
Untouched - it hurts.
This time, this time, tomorrow, starting now, we wait.
What is it you have that I need to be given?
The familiar realization bestows me capable on my very own.
This solemn chamber bleeds an omniscient vague.