Archive for December, 2012


December 21, 2012

Only the song remains. Not the time it first played, or the last. Not the silence it once tried to shatter. Not even its lyrics. Your voice that filled this room emptied of chances, it’s not here. Nor the light your eyes reflected. I remember how your shadow used to fall on the floor. On the floor where occasionally I find my head rested while picturing you tiptoeing on the steep summits of these nameless hills of madness. Your hand, I also remember your hand. How assuring it was on the curvature of my cheek during days when I doubted worth and existence. Your hand, sadly, is absent in this scene too. And I know this for sure. Because, really, these things, these things I held closer to dream than reality, they were never here to begin with.