Midnight.

Brooding over coffee
wondering if perhaps
I'm delusional or
just plain crazy.

There's a picture of you
sitting quaintly on my desk
giving me the finger
like you use to.

Telling myself that instead
of hide & seek,
we should have played
Lost and found.

That way,
I could have found you
and under the clause
finder's keep

You would have been mine.
I know, I know. I've got one last chance,
and with every word,
I'm making it worse.

It's useless they say.
But I won't be played a fool.
I'll keep trying till it hurts,
I won't stop till this works.

Go ahead, I don't mind.
I'm not crazy,
just a little obsessed
with the impossibilities.

So sick of being alone,
of listening to the music in my head
and pondering over nightmares
that never seem to end.

Perhaps it's time,
to give up and give in.
To throw in the towel,
and loose myself in the  game.

Darling, the truth of the matter is...
Russian Roulette was made for two.
Infact...
It was made for me and you.