Where is your song now, my love?

By March 20, 2023G Spot

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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