A gentle poem that reflects on the bittersweet feeling of remembered love—where a single touch and a brief moment create a haunting melody of longing in the heart.

# the threads of memory #

Words lost to the whispering winds,
I searched for them in the quiet of my eyes.
The hand that once held mine
now rests only in the threads of memory.

A moment passed—never to return—
yet its warmth still burns softly in my heart.
I’ve learned to speak love through silence,
and to smile even when something inside breaks.

In every hush, I feel their shadow;
in every smile, their presence breathes.
In every heartbeat, their quiet remains.
in every breath, their name still lingers.

A touch of warmth,
a distance of a moment,
and a fate that spans a lifetime—
Perhaps this is the story of my love.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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