You close your eyes, trying to drown in silence.
In the darkness of midday.
Everyone gets lost around you.
Mindlessly, on loop.
You blink back those tears. Struggling.
Struggling to breathe.
Piercing summer heat calling you out to play.
Mindlessly, on loop.
You open your mouth, to speak.
Your thoughts drawing a blank canvas.
Blue. Red. Yellow. Green.
Mindlessly, on loop.
She kisses your eyelids. She wipes away your tears. She lovingly caresses your mouth.
Stretch of white sand. Walking along a crowded mall. Sitting on a park bench.
Happily, on loop.
No words. Absolutely no need.
Days, months, years.
Just her, on loop.
caffeinated sonnets 
Good stuff! And I’m a hard sell. Keep it going.
You have captured something here, something layered and complex. I read it twice. The first time it felt like I was trying to catch evidence of melancholy; the second time my eyes were hopping on the words to focus on the happy vibes. It’s like love, and what music can do. And how, in some way or another, we are all addicted to something.
Keep flowing!