By JH Sayyar
Today within my breast, your name does glow,
A silent flame neither time nor tide could chill.
Now ash and echoes whisper soft and slow
A ghostly ache that memory can’t still
Your laugh, summer’s song, now barely rings,
A faded chord on strings I rarely play.
The touch I craved has flown on broken wings,
And dreams of you dissolve in light of day.
Yet sometimes, when the wind is weeping low,
Or moonlight brushes past with gentle grace,
I do feel the pull of things I used to know,
And almost glimpse the shadow of your face.
Old love, long buried, yet not wholly dead;
You bloom in silence where no words are said.
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