Thendral

You existed in the very thought for every thought I tried to revoke about you.

I  spoke, laughed, and cried in furtive silence. I fought, fled, and froze with numbness. I lose my facade in my abode, Do not inquire me if I'm okay? I lost myself for on whose behalf do I have to articulate? I attempt to respond, but my words speak reticence. I circumvent the circumstantial embarrassment with a walk away — one of the bravest decisions I embraced. You do not perceive me, and I do not blame you, for I do not too. For I'm there, and I'm not, I sense that I don't sense.