What do I see?

 

You haunt my thoughts.

A silhouette of your person.

Your gentle voice.

Nonchalant demeanour.

In all your quiet, there is so much noise.

Festivities I would like to partake in.

I see something beyond what you show. 

Sometimes love.

Sometimes doubt.

Sometimes regret.

Most times, I think it's disinterest.

Most times, I'm sad. 

Maybe I read too fast.

Maybe I can't read at all.