My Heart, My Sanctuary

An Old Song

When nights are dark and long,

I try to hum an old familiar song.

So old I have forgotten the lines,

But what lingers on are the times.

And it's a pity it never lets go.

I know when the light hides beneath

A swirling cloud, just as when darkness

Enveloped him like a shroud.

Leaving no word, no afterthought,

Just our cherished, wretched song.

A song flutters into the cold night;

Only two restless souls know its meaning.

A pity though, for I could only hear one voice—my voice,

Hoping that somehow, somewhere it would reach him.

And I pray it will never let him go.