Engraved Memories

There are times when I come to nothing

yet find traces of you in corners

and streets of everywhere

I can search, but I will not find you in places of us

perhaps, elsewhere.

My tongue itches to speak its language

which is your name

a melancholy heart

Nothing will ever be the same

The creases of my knuckles

are solely reserved spaces for your fingers...

the only places I can go to

will be cities of you...

The energy of your presence has been my current

you will endure

engraved memories and time spent.

My waves, although setting back,

only crashes back to you.

I could only think that

I have been given ample time for healing

but I could only wish so much

that you were never sown and rooted to my very being.

My heart aches to search annd pick up the broken pieces

in places where we have decided to leave everything behind.

However, there are wishes and hopes,

this love just cannot bind