#ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour
#NapoWrimo2025
#Day15
Our road has worked into two
and one has meandered its way
into anonymity. I hold this path
still – it holds the fragrance of
fallen flowers that never faded.
No one walks this way – no one shall:
it’s mine alone to keep,
with the sweetness of all the
yesterdays we spent together.
I wear the memories like a cloak
of rosary threads, the love trapped
within its pores. And one day
when the world ends, it shall
float about in darkness –
the only light alive.
- Image : Pixabay
