Lament for Lost Days - Zephyr Hameem
Without a trace, those days have passed away.
Memories fade with sunrises and starry nights,
while the world sighs and rust-tinged leaves sway.
How many held up their hands to pray
for this silence? This solitude? Now,
without a trace, those days have passed away.
Known places hang empty in the day.
As the few faces around remain unknown, unseen,
the world sighs and rust-tinged leaves sway.
In this new normal, I’ve gone astray,
and sorrow stains the thought of leaving.
Yet without a trace, those days have passed away.
We lived in blurs, tomorrow flurrying into yesterday.
But even as the clock stops, our hearts weigh with loss,
while the world sighs and rust-tinged leaves sway.
Departure nears, minutes feel no delay;
nostalgia laces a desire to live in eternal spring.
Without a trace, those days have passed away,
as the world sighs and rust-tinged leaves sway.