My mind
sang a song
I did not
pay heed to.
It played a rythm,
I craved no time
to dance to.
Whiles,
they whiled away,
conniving with cunning time.
They evaporated
like wild whiles do.
Snatching away the secrets
my dear mind once crooned.
My ears were too defeated to listen.
My memory too occupied
to pay attention.
Now, I stand here
numbed with regrets..
For my mind,
she
sings no more.