Nights are sleepless,
Drawing me into the lapse of memories.
Jaw clenched, shoulders stiffened,
in the blend of hope, uncertainty, deep affection, i'm frightened.
Eyes are closed, but still I can see,
happening of contingencies that are never going to meet.
Yearns for recognition in there,
but tribulating self in real.
Tale deepens as deeper i go,
Leaving me with my catharsis,
Stuck in it now feels like fantastic.
I know, you are a conjecture for me,
But I think it's the best thing happened to me.