She walks within me,
a traveler of endless roads,
her footsteps tracing the quiet glow of distant lights,
alone in the embrace of darkness.

I am but a lifeless soul,
crumbling beneath her weight,
a path both smooth and scarred,
yielding to her silent journey,
led to nowhere, yet never rid of her.

I am a hushed village road,
where the sun spills gold upon my spine,
echoes wail from afar,
the sky drapes itself in crimson robes.
The wind murmurs secrets to the birds,
as she slows,
pauses,
sits at the edge of my heart.

Her fragrance lingers in the grass,
a long breath from memory’s depths.
Here she rests,
within the quiet hut of my being.
As the sun bows behind the trees,
a carriage rattles passes me
and the chime of her bangles
ripples through me,
a secret vow, an unheard melody.

Night unfurls its blindfold swiftly,
her shadow dissolves into the dark.
I am left hollow,
adrift in endless solitude.
My journey remains unfinished.

A dozen fireflies flicker around me,
glowing for all but me.
I am the forsaken path,
the weary earth,
left to endure myself for yet another era.