A song of mine,
No more than a line,
Lies entangled in a
Web of untold thoughts –
Half shrivelled under the weight of memories
That have sprouted since you bade me Goodbye.
Perhaps, you never heard it :
For I never sang it, when you were there.
Instead, I let it hang loosely, in the spaces
Between our words,
Waiting for it to stream forth
On a moonlit night
When the candles would cease to burn.
When you faded away
Into an elusive emptiness
The goodbye you whispered
Drowned the music in my soul.
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