I chide myself for thinking about you at every hour of the day.

     Every little thing reminds me of you.

     Every little thing transforms into a fantasy of the story we could write.

     Now matter how hard I try to tame this growing obsession,

     I cannot escape you.

     You've infiltrated my mind.

     When I finally find my way to bed, I hope to find refuge from my thoughts.

     I hope to escape reality and stop thinking so much about you.

     For this can't be healthy.

     But even where I believed my thoughts to be safe,

     You've found a way to weave yourself into my dreams.

     Awake or in a deep slumber,

     It does not matter,

     You are there in my mind.

     There you've planted your feet firmly,

     And I cannot fathom your departure any time soon,

     Because I cannot seem to let you go.

     Even if I don't know where you stand.

     Even if I don't know of the extent that I cross your mind,

     My feelings only grow.

     Do you share at least a sliver of the feelings I hold for you?

     Do you even have a fleeting thought of me?

     Do you care enough to also encounter my presence in the unconsious land of your dreams?