A song unheard..

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.