Four am. Awake. Question time. Questions playing on my mind. Will it get easier? If so, why? How? When? If not now why then? Missing you. It's what I do best. It's become my quest. A difficult habit to quit. I won't get used to it. If you and I have split, Why am I torn in two, At the four am thought of you? How can I forget. You plus I makes one? Even if you are gone. All that binds us together. Makes leaving wrenching apart. Tearing at my heart. Begging the question why. Because it's question time. You are on two tracks In the train bound for Spain While I bed bound cannot refrain From a one track groove in my mind For You you and you is all I find Your face your smile your ways All the things I won't see for days... What to do, I can't think of anyone But you..
