She could’ve added melody to your discordant notes
And could’ve been the song that takes you home.
She could’ve been your certainty
When all else went astray,
Been the creased photograph
to fill your empty frame.
But so much has remained unsaid for so long-
Time sent a gust of wind,
Yet the flame of fondness was never doused.
Only your words have learned
to hold on effortlessly
To the corners of your mouth.