I shall live badly if I do not write, and I shall write badly if I do not live.’ Francoise Sagan

Friday, 16 October 2015

You will never know


















You will never know
how silently
the words you said
shift and turn inside my head
as sleep eschews
my restless eyes

You will never know
how tenderly
the faded petals
of a yellow rose
unfurl the lingering imprint
of your gentle smile

You will never know
how vividly
the echoes of the past are stirred
by half-forgotten melodies
whose music floods
the silence of an empty room

You will never know
how violently
the tender memories 
of mother and daughter
on a Paris street
unstitch my heart and halt my feet

You will never know
how ferociously
my love for you endures
unaltered by the steady march of time
by shifting landscapes and changing climes
unbroken and unbreakable