Beautiful Tragedy

The passing days blur the memories
That face I memorized
That hand I caressed
That breath I inhaled
They were all once so familiar
– a part of me before
Now there is only a hazy image
A distant echo
A haunting shadow

But sometimes the wind carries back
The dust of long-abandoned yesterday
And a melancholic melody weaves
Through the cracks of a my mending heart
The cold seeps in and freezes my body

I thought I was free