This poem is about two friends. I've just been in such a situation and thought it was good to write about it.

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In the black depths of night,

sometimes

when sleep's already caught you,

I sneak into your room

and see your silhouette,

your body in bed.

You never wake up,

never notice me.

I sit down on your bed,

lean forward,

kiss your cheek.

It's an act of devotion

in which I lay all my heart,

my emotions and my soul –

you never notice it.

The second walk,

the walk back,

is harder than the first,

every second counts.

Will you?

At the door,

watching you from there.

Hope fades.

No reply,

not the slightest move or sigh.

I turn away.

It happens like this every time,

and I still wonder why I'm actually doing this,

why I'm able to afford all this affection and feelings

over and over again.

Every night.

I wonder if it's my own fault,

if my love's not strong enough

to wake you –

or if you're just too fast asleep.

Meanwhile,

I whisper sounds to you,

little lullabies.

I've never sung

to anyone

but you.

And you're so cheeky

to not even listen.

Evening and night

reveal the things

that hide by day.

My invisible feelings

that I can't show

with others around,

but still ubiquitous,

just like God.

Just like you.

Everywhere I turn I see your eyes,

and I wonder

how can I disguise

what you make me feel?

And all I get is just no reply,

not the slightest move or sigh.

Maybe one fine day you'll look at me

differently,

see the lover

behind the cover,

wake up,

kiss me and hug.

I close the door behind myself

for the last time.

Surrender.

You'll never realize,

you'll never do,

you'll never ever do.