Some Midnight Thoughts

It is past midnight. Way past the bewitching hour. And here I sit writing to you and about the thoughts that run through my mind regardless of whether I am awake or asleep. A kind of obession that finds it's roots in a desire that burns within me like a fire. A desire that you could come to read my most inner-thoughts about us, and is you and me. I believe that you know that I love you and maybe that is all that keeps you around and keeps you from not just packing your bags and leaving. But I would like to think that down deep, somewhere deep in your heart, and in your mind and in your soul, there is maybe just a small speck of love that is left-over from the time not so long ago that you really did love me. And so I sit here writing to you, trying make some sense of all the thoughts that are running through my mind at this bewitching hour, just past midnight. All all the while keep myself from going crazy . . .