Troubled by the aimless thoughts
Swimming in my head, I ponder over the memory.
Could the smile that plays upon my lips be a sign of something profound?
Could the pounding of my heart
Be a symbol of something deeper?
Why is it such an enigma?
Why can I not put it into words?
Listen- Is the silence deafening you as it does me?
I long to hear the words you said to me then,
Now. How I would cherish each moment
And perhaps,
Be able to remember what exactly Caused me to be A casualty of my own confusion
And a slave to my own sentiment.