All of these days
These lonely nights, remembering your face, your
taste, your voice, your touch, your love.
These lonely nights, remembering when wandering places to
remember, sensations to ponder.
These lonely nights, feeling of your touch, your eyes, your
fear, your tears, lustful not trust in the dark night.
To night a lonely night, looking at you
broken, begged me not to leave that night, your eyes dark and full of lies.
To night a lonely night, remembering your
voice of worries, of the dark, of the good, in light full moon set
in the sky, when you told me good-night
These lonely days, remembering the
mistakes, making a difference, making life worthwhile.
These lonely days, making every
moment count, making some cry, making and leaving the mark eternally.
To day a lonely day, with every sunrise, not everlasting
sun when i left and never came back, pathway to melodies of cheerful
moments, smile to smile, heart-heart.
These lonely days, remembering every touch, not the lasting taste never to come around again, things incredible, things naïve.
To day a lonely day, remembering your smile with love, walking by your side, with every joy and pain.
These lonely days, remembering how you declined any touch but never let me go with every love word
All of these days, nobody see my
heart wound, real painful, lost from my mind, hearing your voice, shadow
in my dreams
Syafuan Gani
in memoriam of my late wife
in memoriam of my late wife
End of February 2013
Doha, Qatar
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