Even now

Even now


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.


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