Midnight Lights

Its just past midnight now, I should be in bed sleeping and totally unaware of anything in the world or my own mind.
But I'm not. Obviously. How could I be writing this if I were sleeping?
I'm looking out my window into the night sky, and I can't help but look at all the lights...and I can't help thinking of you again. I feel silly doing it, but I want to quote something because it says everything and nothing at the same time, and that ambivalence makes it perfect for how I feel.
"I will learn, and watch the lights in the sky, and remember..."
All the lights of the sky, of the city lines, and I still remember. I wonder, do you look up at the night sky and the city lights and remember me too? Maybe you do, maybe you don't, I like to think you do though, and that's why you're coming back to me, that in the midnight sky in winter's cold embrace, you look at the lights and learn, and remember me...
They say you do your best thinking at midnight, but midnight is clearly not my best time of day.

Song of the day: Lights - February Air