Even now, the sound of your name is the embalmment
that slowly covers my soul, your name is
the monsoon that releases the smooth
protecting breeze in the chambers of my heart.
Even now, the memory of you is the caressing
touch that accompanies my days, as an invisible
traveler on the melancholy road of sorrow.
Even now, I feel a touching pressure on my lips
like the waves gently kissing the beach with
the everlasting promise of unexplained eternity.
Even now, I want to use our story as an
epitaph when I finally can put my weary mind
to ease, in the valley of tomorrow.
Even now,…I miss you still.
