PenMuse-17, Poetry

Unspoken

I had kept a jar
full of hope and faith
For the day
When you would stop by
And we would begin,
where we had left
Our late night conversations

I kept your favourite
cup of tea, brewing
And a few books
we liked to discuss, bookmarked
The evening light, dimmed
just the way you liked
And a tiny red rose, tucked in my braid
the fragrance, so full of your caress

Instead the night showed up, without you
As I sat, watching the fading sun
Your footsteps, never found their way back to me
And our unspoken words lay bare, bereft of anchors
Forever

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