Thinking Of You

I go to the park,
alone every night.
It gets very dark,
but the moon is my light.

I sit there thinking only of you,
wondering if you're thinking of me.
I want to find out, what can I do?
I want to open the door so I can see you.

I wish that you were here with me,
but you are now at home.
What are you doing? I'd like to see,
while I'm sat here writing this poem.