Sonata Poem by Uriah Hamilton

The prayers we spoke
waking on summer dawns
linger with me as gentle unheard voices.

If this life is merely a single day of kindness,
I accept that for the experience of your eyes.

I don't believe you ever lied to me
nor purposely intended any harm,
sometimes innocence is itself an injury.

I knew I wanted to marry you
after watching an autumn sunset
and feeling your breath upon my neck.

Only distant time can remove
the delicate perfume
from an article of clothing left behind.

The glasses of wine and promises,
the musical afternoons,
every intricate thing we knew
is like the final note to a piano sonata
fading softly from the orchestral chamber
but continuing to silently resonate within.