Yearning

My heart yearns for something

Though it is not you

It is a forgone image

That keeps giving me a cue.

The days come and go

The memories remain buried

Helping someone out of distress

Digging those memories as a paradigm

Unsure is the reason

Why the heart is so sore

Attend to it or ignore it

About this I am not sure.

Diversion is a ploy

To quieten the quivering

Tortured by the blank spaces

The lost mind is facing.

Questioning the intelligence

But everyone is so sure

Why is so difficult then

To understand one simple line?

Lost so much are you with the blanks

That the priorities are lost

Is this how 'you' plan

To shape your future in void?