the find

the find

 

archaic feelings

poems in hieroglyphics 

scrawled on the walls of my heart

sad stone souvenirs

 

she was an old flame

a candle I couldn't keep lit

a few stamps on an envelope

a goodbye airmailed over oceans

 

archaic feelings

the cave sheds tears

I saw her enter

I pause over words

 

still catch the candle's aroma

but love no longer

has a scent

it died centuries ago.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/13/25

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

Wow a lost love hurts when all in you is memories even in dreams it comes only to relieze you could never touch.yes it died many moons ago.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts it move my heart.