Another One

The same notebook has numerous other fragments, most undated but likely written to the left or the right of the New Millennium. So I have no idea, this far out, what woman I'm writing about below--my love life (if you can even call it that) was so disastrous that it could be any one of them.

Sometimes I think
"I haven't thought
about her today"
and light up bulb-
bright until I
realize that
thinking about
not thinking about
is still thinking about
and the light
goes out.