'The Last And Lost Time' Poem by DR ABRAR UMAR

'The Last and Lost Time'
Dr. Abrar Umar
When night descends, I swirl in thoughts of the unknown,
searching for something lost,
misplaced among the wayfarers of a journey through strange lands.
There, two souls danced to the rhythm of dying time.
Beneath the canopy of her hair, I lived a night ignited by sunlit shadows.
Embracing her tears, I traveled the ruins of a love now past.
In the melodies of despair, I met the faceless masses.
She was—and yet, she was not.
I was—and yet, I was not.
In the ambiguity of strangeness,
we walked centuries together,
leaning into her chest where ancient stories whispered.
We were—and yet, we were not.
The war raged across distant borders.
She said she must return to her town,
a place engulfed in fire—
the love, the fields, the air itself consumed.
We knew this moment was for the last and the lost.
Under the nakedness of a night lit by the glow of despair,
we said goodbye,
bathed in tears,
as she vanished into her fears.