The Last Shiver

I do not see your face anymore. Lost somewhere, Between two memories, I lay awake- With so many unsaid words. Surreal streets above me Shiver restlessly, As heavy sound of trucks haunt them. I remember streetlights then From one of our those days Burning a hole in your face But blinding me. We used to collect stray words And pebbles in a jar, Walking long roads- Trying to grasp Few of those words Both said and unsaid ones. Ours and others. Caging them for one day. Now, after all this time It's almost dawn again And we have divided the jar. So you stood there, strangely, Drowning in faded streetlights Slowly, inevitably. Here, I lay awake Still lost between pebbles and words Waiting to listen To the last shiver of the streets. Because you took all the said words While the unsaid ones kept me warm.