Whispers From The Past
A poem
This is a repost of a poem published in March this year. I'm reposting it because this poem was featured in
Top in Fiction issue.
Tonight we died
and the world went on,
spinning, still, unchanging,
and you remain
sleeping beside me,
building dreams, ideas, constellations
and even after you left
with the wind whispering endings and farewells
I remained suspended,
in long, long goodbyes,
And today,
there will be no more tomorrows,
or birds smiling
nor echoes of your footsteps in the room,
only dimness, a letter on the floor,
and your handprint on the wall
pointing to a cold that is born inside,
while every second remains frozen,
Like a ghost,
And this
is our last goodbye, and today,
there will be no more swallows singing Springs,
and after, not even a word, a smile,
or a happy poem.
© Rolando Andrade, 2025
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This is a very, very beautiful poem of love and loss, and I'm so glad that you have now republished it because it's such a pleasure to read it again and be reminded of those things that continually whisper to us from the past and keep us in a continual state of suspension: I especially love the first verse and the way it sets the whole poem up so memorably. Well done, Rolando!
"Tonight we died
and the world went on,
spinning, still, unchanging,
and you remain
sleeping beside me,
building dreams, ideas, constellations
and even after you left
with the wind whispering endings and farewells
I remained suspended,
in long, long goodbyes."
This is so sad! I felt each line lodge in my heart as I read it.