Hovering in the corners of her dreams
a face fades but holds even as it fades
taunts, teases and tempts
while the heart searches reasons
the mind confronts with unnecessary passions
strangely its an array of events that never occurred
that disturb peaceful slumber with expectations galore
twisting and turning in an imagined agony of what is not
she spends her nights imprisoned in a love of what is never more.
‘Friend’, I start reasoning
‘I will unfriend’, threatens she unreasonably and I go mum.
PS: Spinning castles in the air