Surviving your Love
Seduced by the music of a memory
ensnared in the magic of your voice
where my heart dances and falls again.
Only to raise with the sound of falling rain.
Heavy notes in the already condensed air
marching towards the broken window
the one where we said our goodbyes
and since then, hasn't see any light.
Cold irony of a million sun downs
where the sun never sets again.
As the night follows my tomorrows
saying goodbye, saying it in vain.
© 2012 Anan Celeste