Secret

I thought of you
today like i usually do.
With your smile
your voice
and image running through my mind.
I still wonder,if you remember me
or think of me.
I know I do of you.
But this is my secret,
my secret not to share.
My secret in which only my deepest thoughts hold.
I never know what I'm saying now-a-days.
One moment I'm over you,the next I'm not.
I suppose this is how it will always be.WIth
questions arising until i find the answer.
In which no one will know,
how this question came about...