Late Night Musings and Other Disasters

I Wonder

It's 1am
And you're on my mind,
The moon is full,
Brighter than daylight,
The air is crisp, cold, damp,
There's not the slightest breath of wind,
Tomorrow's dew has already begun to form,
You loved this kind of night.
I wonder if you're out there loving it,
Or are you curled up in bed with the girl you love?
Or sleeping alone?
You're not the centre of my world anymore,
In fact I rarely think of you,
But sometimes,
Only sometimes.
I wonder.