How a poet says I noticed you didn’t kiss me goodnight

Dreaming of what once was
Hoping for what could be
Caught between the then and the now
The fire which envelops me
I am quick to put out the spark
What is it in the empty dark
You are friendly but do you crave me
I laugh yet do you see my tears my fears
Why do I wait as I don’t believe in fate
No kiss from you is a million reason why
The substance of my soul is dry