I - Perhaps I do
As much as I don’t want to think about it
There’s something about it I don’t want to admit
I was once so affirmative
And my thoughts oh so assertive
With no mercy I kept
And emotions I apparently inept
This failure of control tend
To astray me ascend.
After the long night
With a lengthy flight
I halt and cease the fight
And turn to realise
Perhaps I do miss you after all.
I closed my computer, and you coincidentally walked by. We don’t even talk anymore; it was quite funny how we became strangers through the timespan of a mere month. I gazed at you as you made your way across the room, and sighed.
So should I engage? Perhaps not? I am most unsure.
Ambivalent I am, I decided to quietly assess if I should miss you, for the sentiments activation switch awaits there, listening carefully to every single action I execute. Numbness, after all, is always an option.