Reminiscence

What is the sound of a heart that’s bursting,
but a mere recollection of a bygone time?
A time where the bird’s wings kept flapping,
and the hairs kept embracing the ends of mine.

Could this recollection of the pain which surface,
lead to the rekindling of the dear departed highs.
Even if the absence would make me feel,
like the first time, it made me lose my sight.