Late Night Wishes

Sometimes I find myself wandering into those old spaces of my mind, where it's just me and a version of me that never really existed. We're not quite in the past anymore, but I can't seem to shake off this lingering sadness. It's like every night when everyone else is asleep, there's this little boy who needs someone to tuck him in, even if it’s just me talking to myself in a dark room. The silence echoes his unanswered cries for attention, but he's a figment of my imagination now, isn't he? Sometimes I wonder what would happen if the roles were reversed and I got that chance again. But then reality comes crashing back and all I have are these quiet moments to play out old scenes in my head.