The Thought and The Reaction.

Oh I keep on thinking
When he sees a picture of mine
What comes to his head?
Which memory?
which eulogie?
Which insanity?
Because I melt, I melt anytime I think of him. There is no use in deny, it is clear to see.
And there is no use in all of these words, I know. But they are true, I can not hide for too long.
I do, I confess, I melt, I miss, I shiver, I silent, I sigh.