Hegira

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While the morning lingers

and feels my fingers,

proclaims them dead,

away you tread.

While a burning shiver

makes lips quiver

as they blow a name

away, that flame,

I see you leaving-

cold, unbelieving.

I scream what's unsaid,

but you walk instead.

While the winter sleeps

and the night weeps,

what is it that creeps

into me so deep?

I begin to dread

my every breath

while the time strays

and the beat betrays

our only song,

makes it wrong.

Have I lost my head?

Or is it you ahead?