Memories of Love
Sitting under an overcast sky,
staring out to sea.
The sea portraying the colour of my thoughts,
rushing to meet land,
the way I want to rush in your arms.
The rain hiding my tears,
pouring, the way I pour my heart out
The wind blowing hard and fast,
like my memories of you.
Whistling through the tress crying,
like I cry for you.
There is no one else,
just me and the elements,
together in our sorrow,
keening together and waiting.
I’m not alone, my love.
- Arsalan Jamshed
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