Canvas of Thoughts

The rain softly falls through the canvas of my mind.

A quiet shadow settles in the corner, untying the binds

Of letters unsent and invites unread—

Yet no words were left unsaid.

To bid her adieu, as farewell did not fare well at all—

Not with you…

Drowned in vices and sorts,

Lost in the echoes of distant trains,

Distorting the ocean’s song she forgot to sing.

We sat in silence, we sat unhinged—

Comfort frozen,

So long as no one asks…

That question could unravel her—thread by thread,

Ash to ash.

The rain pours freely, refusing to be contained.

I tried—she tries—

Only boulders in throats remain.

Untethered, unattached—yet claimed

By the unknown,

I am untamed.