By JH Sayyar
When you go, the world turns dim and cold,
The sun hides shyly beneath a veil of grey;
No blossom dare its trembling leaves unfold,
For love’s bright flame has flickered far away.
Thy voice, music threading through my soul,
Now echoes faint within a hollow chest;
The stars seem scattered, stripped of sacred role,
And night denies my weary heart its rest.
Yet still thy memory burns in each breath,
A ghost that haunts the chambers of my mind—
Not death itself could bring a deeper death
Than love estranged and fate grown so unkind
Though time may drag and keep us worlds apart,
I do bear thee still within my breaking heart.
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