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.