To my last fear, fading memories.
Within the depths of my reveries,
beneath my heart's arteries,
still beats the shadows of our journeys.
Not an echo of your melodies,
not a single whisper of your stories,
not a time to hang out and binge movies,
not a single accessory, your treasuries.
No longer do our footsteps
echo in the hall;
shadows linger, like ghosts,
they call.
No longer do our breaths
create symphony
as the leaves fall,
rivers flow,
as it crawls.
Searching from the
remnants of our past,
the solace I once clung to,
that never lasts.
I long for your warm embrace,
watching the laughter emanated
from your beautiful face,
as it leaves an empty void
that never abates.
And I have left one page empty,
just in case.
