Saadut Hussain

Lurking shadows in the dark.
Under ash they ignite a spark.

A spark so strong, of a memory long
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Empty roads whisper many stories,
Of latched windows,
Of hurriedly fastened locks,
Over dusty old footprints,
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Standing close to the window pane,
She cleared openings over vapory glass.
Watching hordes of white bird feathers,
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Burning your letters by the shallow shores

Where we once sat watching reflections of night
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In the whispers of this night,
a memory holds me so tight;

Was it you who just passed by,
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By the withering tree, an unfastened window bolted to timeless wait.

A damsel once sat here in sparkling eyes, open arms for her beloved,
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Some silences are deafeningly quiet;

Like when I speak, you will not hear
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I figured out your shadows, in the dark of this night;

Distinct, sharp and individual within a shining light
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On a cold morning day she dared him to walk the distance.

In frost, barefooted he started his pace, behind him a closing door.
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Sometimes you wonder why you wrote those letters,

In the dark of that stumble burning midnight flickers,
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Through the battered gaps of an old obscure, unlatched door

Shattering silences of ages, my initials scribbled on a lost letter,
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A half moon tonight,
Part left in inquest of her,
Part still in wait of that promise.
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