memories are the last thing i have of you,
i wonder if you remember anything at all,
i yearn for remedies, to be forgotten at all
i was perplexed by everything you do
i remain captivated by the slightest signs of your signals,
insecurity over-washes me, i can’t comprehend the symbols
then i realized, i’m searching for signs that don’t exist
in the midst of the night, the aftermath remains a bliss.