Still not sure

"Again one of your blah's" she said

Something disappeared for a while but not any more,
some words were discovered, both sweet and sour.
Buried mischieves rose again,
for now I am sure, signifying it would not be called insane.
gentle talk turned emotional, as we had prayed,
truths poured, confessions were made.
"You are the most important one" I said,
was it fun or was she in dredd,
"again one of your blahs" she said.
It is our beauty to keep things untold,
yet I know not of what future holds.
"I guess I am correct" I had in my head,
'Again one of your blahs' she said.

(c) Mohit Jha