I ask you a question in my head
Your memory responds in kind
Neither you nor I can figure out
Why you’re always on my mind
You’re a ghost, a wraith, without a voice
Yet loud and clear I always find
The answer’s balanced on your tongue
But for once you choose not to speak your mind
The secrets hid behind your lips
are what I crave; I wish to find
Why didn’t you hold it all inside?
Why so unafraid to speak your mind?
At least that’s how it used to be
Someday, together, alone, we’ll find
A drop to quench my burning flame:
Why are you always on my mind?