Does his thoughts still plague your mind? Her voice was a mere whisper. Barely audible to human ears but echoing in the dark confines of my room. 'Not really' I replied back . Just softly enough for her to hear. Surely a small white lie Wouldn't create a problem, right? Because how can I tell her, He is all I think about subconciously. She, who is always there for me Helping me move on How can I tell her that the hours of hard work went down the drain, in the blink of an eye. How could I tell her that His memories are burned into my mind. His brown eyes, deep enough for me to drown in. His lopsided smirk And his huge ego. His warm hugs, That always made me feel protected. His rough hands, cupping my face Feeling my cold skin As he leans into kiss me His full lips, moving over mine. So softly and so pleasurably That it has me spiralling Into an eternal bliss. So in my mind, I apologise to her. For being this way. for not being able to forget The one love, that left me Broken like a fallen angel without wings.
I still find myself thinking about him.Not just at midnight but also during noon, when I am busy with work or just enjoying with friends.