My Love for You Remains

By Erika Seshadri

Within my heart, I swore to ne’er forget

your secret laugh, a sultry serenade

nor mystic mem’ry of your silhouette

when moved to wade in midnight’s river glade.

Within my mind, I swore to always keep

the mem’ry of your kindness bathed in hues,

pastoral rose, bright blue and golden deep

though missing you is colorless like dew.

And though the scythe is sharp against my heart

to harvest sorrow from me day and night

I know remains the stubble to restart

my life without your love and brightest light.

But first I must regain my will to breathe,

the glaze of loss has brought me to my knees.