Monday, 3 July 2017

Departure

Like a lost thought
You hover in my mind-
An absent chasm that
My memory fails to find

Like a song long buried in
the sea of noise-
You're a whiff of pleasant silence
In a maddening din.

Like a gasp of fresh breath
amidst blackening smoke
I find you in my muffled chuckle.
A giggle, a choke.

But I remain lost to you.
And all that I have left
is a lost tune that craves your memory. 

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