Falling ricochets of passing words cloud my memory,
And the sudden relapse of pain jolts me back to the past,
Where you reside so sweetly, carrying bows of my everything,
Slow evenings spent by your side counting the rows of water,
As they fell silently down the window pane tracing your name in my eyes,
I thought that those nights would never cease to play and replay,
Winding a perfect harmony in our ears,
And otherwise, I'll never forget the symmetry you carved in my bare skin,
To the place I'll forever rest, in your name, where I know myself the best.