There were times when you crossed my thoughts. Times when I wanted to hear words your silence never uttered. Or times when I tried to remember the hazy clouds called memories. I have memories of blank canvas and emptiness which may or may not come across your smile, or words. But I do remember that silent stare you used to steal at moments unnoticed. I indeed noticed those mini moments. Maybe you never kept my thoughts with those stares. But I saw that coming, or at least expected so. Alas, silence has so many voices to speak and sing, and smile and sigh. I do remember those eyes. Thought they would never lie, hope they never did.
Scattered pieces of myriad emotions, some known and most unknown