They come from an ever resounding hollow,
The memories with voices.
It echoes my words, like a self talk;
Were you a dream?
I lived in that hazy daze.
Your gaze is affixed on my screen,
Your words stifled mid air, thoughts which you suppressed;
Did you love too much?
You, who were always afraid of it;
Broken shards of shuddering heart, it’s windswept fragrance emanates,
From a time within me that’s still,
Still, in the ephemeral mos we spent.
Too less.
Too less.
Longing is useless,
For a daunting you.
There are voices and odours about me, you present yourself in unexpected places;
I travel again, revive with those remnants which you bestowed,
To keep me entranced.
My flesh was enough , but I gave away more.
Now that farewell is in order;
Amnesia has its own delights.
