He called up last night and I was busy dreaming about him,
can you believe that? is what in morning I text back in a whim..
I talk to myself in the dark bedroom at midnight,
sometimes with eyes open and sometimes catching the street light..
The questions with obvious answers chase my mind,
like a moron I try to brainstorm to get nightmares unkind..
While I chit chat the day out with friends and evening with family,
I return to bed with the same challenge of not thinking of the 'he'..
To utter disgust I lose again, I can't refrain
what else, I am still playing the same challenge game!
P.S. I wonder how many of us who claim to be "single and available" are actually single in their heart or detached from their past.
