💕 You Are Still In My Bones 💕 Poem by James McLain

You are still in my bones, like a shadowed refrain,
A song never spoken, a pulse in my veins.
Each whispering silence, each unmeasured beat,
Reminds me of days when our hearts dared to meet.

I walk through the dusk where the twilight is torn,
Where memory blooms like a rose with a thorn.
I feel you in rivers that sweep through the night,
In clouds that drift pale, in the edge of the light.

Though time wears you thin like a stone in the stream,
I find you in fragments of half-waking dreams.
In petals of evening, in whispers of air,
A shadow, a heartbeat—forever you're there.

The world has grown quiet, yet under the skies,
Your echo still lingers, in moonrise and sighs.
I close my eyes gently, and there you remain,
A ghost in the marrow, a trace of sweet pain.