Where is your song now, my love?
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo
To a love unspoken, but “spoken” in so many ways. You are loved, you will always be.
Where is your song now, my love?
We used to walk on the sand
barefoot, and bare
we felt, we understood
the messages of the waves
hurling themselves among the rocks
and in our hearts
this is us, knowing each in other
in the silence
melting hurts, dissolving doubts
with a reassuring grip
from our gentle hands
I didn’t need my eyes to see you
I can see you even when they are closed
I can feel your sweat as it brushes
with my skin, opening my pores
with the warmth it exudes
and the frenetic pulse it evokes
without touching
We were one.
Where is your song now, my love?
I need to hear them, among the trees
in the ripples of the water
among the rivers where we soaked our feet
in the waves of the sea where we floated
the fate of our wildest dreams
among the chorus of birds flying by the window
where we listened, in reverence
to the music of the universe
by the window, where we composed
decomposed, blended
our inner voices
I need to hear your songs, again
the ones you sing, brushing my hair
with your fingers, sliding
groping, with the lyrics fleeing
or stuck in your uncut fingernails
I can’t see you like this
like your soul had fled with the waves
back to the sea, willingly
leaving a seashell
filled with the eery sound of space
a dirge fading, beyond the stars
a cosmic verse, unspoken
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