She lay still with her eyes closed,
it’s been hours already, and her tireless eyes
found no sleep ’cause night was still beginning to her.
For her the night is long.
As she marvelled herself with the perfect conversations in her mind,
she bothered less of any other sleepless conversations.
It was her fantasy, to think like him and make his replies,
completing her conversations.
How many dialogues she rehearsed?
How long would she keep fantasising?
Will their conversations ever come to these?
It’s all but a mystery yet that’s all what she loved.