Attic window open on the night
a dim wash of light
as hinges creak
From the page, I raise my pen
is that your laugh, your voice I hear
blowing through the years
Is it you, is it real
or a song of the wind
it is you, is it real
I’m never sure
I see the miles of white tiles
that infinite airport floor
where you left me statuesque
our future time without a date
that never came
The shredding of our story
lost, somewhere in the night
amidst the terminal and the air
somehow I wanted to imagine more
that never was
Is it you, is it real
or a song of the wind
it is you, is it real
well, I never know
I checked my post
fifteen times this week
was that you I heard
addressing me with a howl
or a song of the wind
the only tune I hear these days
Thank you for the kisses
the love and warmth you brought
all the jokes we shared
and your fingers in my beard
how could I forget
It’s you, it’s you
a song of the wind
always it’s you
such a sweet melody to have known
And on the wind
I hope your memory
will always blow
beside me…
[2019]
Thanks for reading or listening.
The lovely guitar accompaniment was written and performed by Sirishty Thakur who writes wonderfully on her blog ‘Thought Loop‘. Please do check out her work!
Image Credit: https://www.instagram.com/nightwalkermagazine/
For M.L.
The Lighthouse 