Craving attention - sad thoughts

I am ashamed of how loudly
my silence asks for you.

I have so much to give
it frightens me,
attention like sunlight,
care that doesn’t run out,
time, the only currency
that is truly mine.

I would hand you my days
without counting them,
my nights without asking
what they return.
The whole world, reduced
to being present.

And yet
my hours sit heavy,
unchosen, untouched.
Evenings stretch like empty streets
where no footsteps answer mine.
The dark is not dramatic;
it is dull,
persistent,
faithless.

I do not hunger for beauty
or conquest
or romance sung loudly.
I crave to be seen
by one woman
to have my name rest
somewhere warm in her mind.

It is a small wish
that feels enormous
when unmet.

So I wait,
carrying all this care
like a gift with no address,
hopeless
not because love is impossible,
but because I am ready
and no one is
to receive me.