You Are Still In My Bones

You are still in my bones, like a shadowed refrain, A song never spoken, a pulse in my veins. Each whispering silence, each unmeasured beat, Reminds me of days when our hearts dared to meet. I walk through the dusk where the twilight is torn, Where memory blooms like a rose with a thorn. I feel you in rivers that sweep through the night, In clouds that drift pale, in the edge of the light. Though time wears you thin like a stone in the stream, I find you in fragments of half-waking dreams. In petals of evening, in whispers of air, A shadow, a heartbeat—forever you’re there. The world has grown quiet, yet under the skies, Your echo still lingers, in moonrise and sighs. I close my eyes gently, and there you remain, A ghost in the marrow, a trace of sweet pain.