Memoir

I didn’t show you my tears,

They are better captive in eyes;

But they would flow some day,

And find their way.

I still adore that glimpse of memory,

A place reserved in my heart.

A parcel that embraces emptiness,

But still smiles and catches me.

I don’t know if I’ll meet you again,

Not sure if you would remember me;

Time flies as I pen down,

A memoir that holds thee.

Could have spoken a lot,

But silence seemed better;

Nothing to loose, or to gain,

And I left as a mute spectator.