I Remember And That's My Tragedy

By Zuha Faizullah Khatib

When the night whispers your name,

When the wind carries your flame,

I said back and reminisce about the pain.

The pile of letter unsent, the memories is coming to an end.

In the quiet of the morning dew,

 I sit back and think of you.

I remained invisible to you,

Yet I never felt blue. 

I let the feeling past like a cloud.

Not letting the voice in my head get loud.

Song that Eco through the forest of Earth,

through life and death and birth 

Days pass, yet the thought lingers

Block out the memories, preserves my sanity.

 I remember, and that's my tragedy

By Zuha Faizullah Khatib