Your memory cuts me like glass,
making me weep,
piercing my veins,
creating wounds so deep.

Our playful exchanges,
with just a glance,
we spoke without words,
in our silent dance.

Do you recall our discourses?
The unspoken lines,
the tickles and laughter
from your silly designs?

Nights stretched long,
waiting for you,
watching you leave,
a thousand calls,
all just pretend,
where silence filled the space,
and our eyes would blend.