By Mariyam Khan
Her graveyard remains silent as the months pass by,
Re-writing our last talk to help ease my conscience,
I recall how her laughter lit up the whole world,
And then it stopped echoing brewing into silence,
They tell stories passed down as fairytales,
Of where your soul wanders after the last goodbye,
The body sinks into earth,
But the soul as if a star refusing to die,
They said she complained often and now I hear,
How I never picked her calls and Oh! Was i so unfair?
She wondered alone in the dark if I truly cared,
Wishing upon my ignorance to be a mere nightmare,
A final call lingering the room as echo,
Memories haunting like tide to shore,
Beware of a hand you chose to let go,
An unfinished promise is a sin for once painting hope,
Ignorance is truth delayed,
Her memories grace my golden amnesia,
Verity pleads to be engulfed in time’s abyss,
Repentance is a door slammed the moment you step through,
Please! Hear me out for a moment is all I need,
My fingers keep shaking as I watch the call ring,
My hopes shattered into glitter static in the floorboard,
Laying there using it to decorate our fading soul string,
Studying your lashes curved like calligraphy,
Ink strokes too pretty for pages unread,
I pressed my palm to her soft cold wrist,
Whispering beside you, the words unsaid.