It’s a puzzle
thinking what is salient
complications become proliferate

Hands on quarter position
evoking my inner senses
too late in one’s niche

It’s my inhibition
brought me in subliminal
My entire life,
without her presence

Cumulative heuristics
with other girls
and other boys
drawing some vague experiences

And I just thought
we can’t hold on
together
but we can move on

It’s crazy as I think
of you and me again
upon my emotional scrutiny
You're my drama.