Linger Vellichor

In the Quiet of Fleeting Echoes

We were twin flames once,

or so they said.

 

Your name still rests

at the top of my screen,

but the cold blue light

keeps me fragile.

 

In winter,

we were good to each other.

I grow wistful for your presence.

I ache in quiet limerence.

 

We were happy once.

I remember that.

 

I miss who we were.

I liked how we felt

more than I meant to.

 

And I sit in solitude,

day by day, growing ephemeral.

Some days, I still reach for you.

I’m sorry I held

on to something unnamed.

 

Karya: Mahda Okta Azzahra