I regret that night:
when your splendor was clear to
my eyes, but I failed to sing the
song befitting you. Now the nocturnal
rhythm is playing that sad melody
of unproclaimed love. It started with the
gust of cold wind. Could have been
warmed by your presence – melting
my frozen heart. Then the dogs howled,
a crescendo-decrescendo summon for
company. There were the creeps of the
invisible. Shadows of the unlived moments.
How I wish it were the sweet
reverberation of the violin. Playing
our song. Then a moment of silence
disturbed my thought. And little by little
I heard the sound of my lonely heart.
A sad symphony calling you.
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