Unknown.

It's almost eleven
o'clock at night.
I'm still
awake.
I wait for my
lover to call me,
but my phone
remains silent.
He must be
sleeping.
I would be
sleeping right now,
too, but I decided to
write you this
poem.
My head hurts.
I'm
sad.
I'm lonely.
I have to
go now.
See ya...
later.