Remains of an Old love

Love fled us for our

small and precious lives


walked away

and not have turned back


which seems to be the

only the right thing to do


You asked me to do the same

‘Go and don’t think of turning back.’


To forget.

But have I


My grief is bore in silence.

embracing the pain that


comes with loving you this long —

But is there other way


To remember your scent at night —



grazing my breath 

from your neck to my mouth


To become what had been

Part of me; transient


But I would still like to remember you

just as in our quiet afternoons,


A love wrapped between us two;

the remains of a past


This is the only way I know

I can still love you.



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