Bright, blue and alone,
I lay in my wayward bed;
Recalling times past and gone.
The eyes… the insomniac red.
There I pick up the phone,
There the voice so heavenly.
I start in a wishful tone
“Memories never keep you lonely.”
“Life couldn’t be stranger!”
The words which came to my lips.
“I thought I was a lone ranger,
Now her number is on my finger-tips.”
I recalled when it all started
Like a romantic Young and Tender.
I got up and humbly stated
“It was the Third of November.”
The majestic festival of lights,
It made me very keen.
I guess I had ample rights;
As such the intent was clean.
Thus, I left a greeting message.
Unexpected was the reply.
So there I mustered the courage,
“I don’t talk to girls, but let’s try.”
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