I held on you
As long as I could
I whispered your name every morning
I revived your image every night
I tried hard
And yet you slipped away
One night I could not
Remember your face
One morning I could not
Whisper your name
Your face had faded away
Your name had faded away
Like writings in sand
Overtaken by never ending waves
I tried to mourn you
From when roosters crack the night
Until wild birds return home
After last feeding of the day
I wore a black shirt
It was an empty shell
I tried to weep
No tears fell down
My eyes were dry
My face was dry
I returned to my heart
You were no longer
You became a myth
To be told
In the winter of my days
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