The rather reckless thought in her mind
Implanted in her by the constant chatter between us
The chatter that is all about how deep I long for her
The chatter that makes me a lover unafraid of the sacrifices I have to endure to make her a part of me
The words, the gestures and the whispers are just a hammer forged for a very purpose
The purpose of striking the intends of mine deep down into her

With the passage of time we drifted apart
Neither forced nor built upon the bitterness of our bond, but rather a natural action
We drifted so far from each other that we wake up as strangers
The influence of each other has totally been wiped
For others to take the place where she dwelled was no tedious task
She is nothing but a person of the past

Now a mysterious thought keeps my eyes wide open at dusk
The chatters of the past always have a beginning, a time of ultimate joy and an end regardless of the individual I  happen to share these moments
These questions arises within me, questions that are truly unfruitful
Did she ever matter to me?
Was it her I longed or the chatter of getting to understand her better?
When we grew apart did I ever miss her?
Or was it the need for the constant chatter?
Was this an infatuation that I had or was it just her initial charm that failed to excite me as the seasons passed?

Unsettling thoughts are all I have left and questions that I fail to answer
My mind battles itself to understand whether I was the only heartless or was it her as well
In this toxic cycle of unfaithfulness and chatter only to charm the other
Was I the one in wrong all along?
Or is she no different from me in this cycle of deviousness