- Books, Literature, and Writing
In the moment of bequest
I gave you my words and with it my voice
now shadows quiver and silence severs,
and still I long to gather it all
to pleach the fragrance of memory in a wreath.
You are here no more
and still I long to hold you in my heart,
be held in the fathomless depth of your eyes
to live another life with you by my side
to die once more...
Still with you.
© 2015 Sara Sarwar Riaz