Oh that look on your face when you gave that half smile on something stupid that I had said.
Ask me, what would I not give to see that half smile of yours again?
Ask me, how many times I have died inside longing for that one calm look on your face during my presence?
Ask me how my eyelids beg to move from their set position each time these eyes see you dressed up in that sky blue pullover from Benetton..
Ask me how my heart rejoices each time you acknowledge my existence in this otherwise disgraceful world..
Ask me how I make sure that remnants of the turmoil inside me don’t reach the doorstep of your cold heart..
Ask me how each time I have to suppress the screams of my soul that cries for you to come home..