Always On My Mind.

At 3 AM,
At 4 PM,
Thoughts of her emerge.

They fill my mind,completely.
Sometimes,partially.
Like a lasting continuous white noise at the back of my mind.


Thoughts of her weave through my mind as I go about my day,

In between formulas,

In between to do lists,

In between daily conversations.

They come and they go.


This aching sensation,peculiarly,comforts me.
As it relives her warmth that I long.


No words are mentioned,

No emotions are shown,

Not because it doesn't matter,

But 
only 
because 
it matters.

Too much,
That a single hint could unveil this delicate heart.

At 3 AM,
At 4 PM,
Thoughts of her emerge.

In a room of soaring sounds,
In the midst of contradicting ambiances,
Emotions are pushed away,
Willingly and unwillingly,

I surpress,

I surpress,

And 

I surpress,

As I create an undesired mess.