A Story No One Ever Knows Poem by Low Li Ling Jasmine

Time waved off your company
My hand no longer tight at the crook of your arm at your accompany
I knew the hour had grown late that I should be retiring
But the room is a distortion of the real world, you see
I still kept you alive with the trailer of your imagery

Your whisper cut me to the heart
In stony silence, the wind sang a chorus of desperate, infinite longing
Only coldness clung to the walls and ceiling
The window, a dim grey square piece
Await your impossible returning

To continue a story no one would ever know