“A LOVE THAT STILL LIVES IN MY HEART.... A MEMORY THAT DOES NOT FADE AND A FACE THA I SEE EVERYWHERE”

There are loves that outlive the calendar’s turn,  
That flicker each night with a silvery burn—  
Your laughter still lingers in corners of air,  
A whisper of sunlight that dances my hair.  

There are memories brushed in a sepia glaze,  
More vivid than moments I greet in these days;  
I carry the warmth of your touch like a scar,  
Soft traces of you—never distant, nor far.  

In the windows of morning, the curve of your smile  
Relumes on a commuter’s face just for a while.  
I glimpse you in sidewalks, in headlights, in rain,  
In lamplight that flickers your frown on the pane.  

Each crowd is a tapestry woven with threads  
That stitch your bright essence wherever it spreads—  
You bloom in the gardens, you blur on the train,  
A vision returning, again and again.  

No calendar erases a love deeply sown,  
Its roots are entwined deep in marrow and bone;  
I wander this world, but wherever I start—  
I carry you gently, alive in my heart.

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