Of what else might await me? The ever fading melodies, the broken sound of music of a distant ceremony. Piercing my heart: this never forgetting memory. This whoosing of fireworks; Sparkles of moon which though shine in the sky but in my heart it lurks. Of what more might await me? The pitter pattering rain; a sweet sense-numbing pain. The stars which foretell; scars which every December scream and yell. This Dying evening, drowning dawn, some abandoned desires which in the joy of night--stretch their bosom and yawn. Isn't it enough? The fear of morrow. termite-like which eats me; of your loss this sorrow. All the regrets of yester; under whose burden burns all my hopes of day. Isn't it enough? This broken sound of music from a distant ceremony; piercing my heart, an unforgetful memory. -S.A #lovepoetry #randomwritings #poetryinstagram #instaphoto #englishwriting #nightthoughts https://www.instagram.com/p/B5LYL__JE7qd-ENP2GOZ8JH94unfcP1i9a552k0/?igshid=1fgfyy3hmz558