Lovelorn

Restless awakening behoves my mood Unrelated, deep dragging thoughts conspire Surely, my love's doubt of me misconstrudes Why, my confessions of love all aspire Depressingly, the day stretches ahead Twelve hours, 720 minutes Each passes, so.... slowly, I am so sad Wrestling my inner demons, life's the pits Her vision swims... no longer can resist A text, I cannot believe one from her! Reciprocate, by return, she does insist Her love intact, she wants me to concur To text..... dare I show again - to be dashed No......what a bummer, internet has crashed! 8/20/16