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 Â
The goodbye you whispered
Drowned the music in my soul.
Beautiful
Poignant and beautiful, ma’am💚
Beautiful poignant
lovely poem … just like a song
Thanks so much 💚
Poignant.
Soft and tender
Tender and heart touching one
Wow! Poignant!💚
Heartwarming. Love this JP💚💚💚
Loved it