Holding On

Your memory wafts gently through the room,
nudging me softly, like an autumn breeze.

We danced in here once,
our souls intertwined
in a lover’s waltz.
floating carelessly,
unaware.

I clutch your dusty letters once more,
and the delicate dream fades away.

I’m pulled to the present,
to cracked and flaking paint
of an aged windowsill;
to the horizon beyond -
a harmony I can’t touch.

Your memory calls endlessly to me,
signed with the signature of eternal bond.