Its 4 a.m., mind buzzing,
phone on side, waiting
wondering.
Will she be awake
Stare at ceiling, itch side
Yawn.
Getting tired.
Darkness outside, light will come soon
Reach for phone, go to number.
Do You Want To Ring Her? it asks
No.
Phone back down
Desperation is the cousin of Obsession
The phones back in my hand
Dark room illuminated by phone light
Do You Want To Ring HER?
No.
Phone back down, I'm sweating
Shes probably asleep.
Yea.
Its 4:01 a.m. ........
