When we're apart
I am teased by your smile,
those black biles,
ego's left fragile.

I can barely touch you,
but it seems you're away.
unreachable by mind,
pleading to stay.

And when your signs
are just so unpredictable;
those gestures that cared
I cannot even decipher


and I am always in catapult
whenever I am in your field;
but this gut has its own thinking
whenever you are near.