Are You Listening?

The smile on my face is fixed,
like the ache in my chest at the sound of your voice,
or the lack of it thereof.
The words in my head are rehearsed,
like the lyrics to the ballad that signifies our song,
or the lack of it thereof.
The anger in my heart is tormenting,
like the fierceness of a raging-calm sea,
or the lack of it thereof.

We make no sense, I know.
Everyone is so keen on mentioning it.
But this nonsensical us, I miss.
We have no order, I know.
Everyone is keen on mentioning it.
But this random us, I miss.
We are in a constant tango, I know.
Everyone is keen on mentioning it.
But this dance, and now, the lack of it thereof,
I miss.