Is someone sitting there?

Is someone sitting there?
Can I be beside you, yes or no?
Beneath the neon signs that cast a glow
all over your face and hair.
Make you seem special.
Is someone sitting there?
Do you want to talk?
About your inhibitions, your hang-ups
and how you came to be hung by them.
Do you want to listen?
About how my fathers drinking
made me defensive or
about my fears of complacency.
Do you want to touch?
Trace your fingers across my face
or allow me to lace mine through yours
and pretend we belong to each other.