Nothing else is here but remains.
Nothing else.
Remains of a dialogue
Remains of a dispute
Remains of longing
Remains of refraining
Remains of embracing
Remains of parting
Remains of steps
Remains of echoes
Nothing else is here but my waiting
Complete
Untouched.
The shadow of sadness falls over these sprare, elegant lines. Not a word wasted. Excellent write, Muhammad. Warm regards, Sandra
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Genuine contemplation of time gone. I enjoy reading your poetry...you have a real gift of insight and sensitivity.