Words Unsaid

Those words ended nowhere
stashed away like a rotten carcass
that found no place of its own-

Your fig memories raw and
full of the salt of circumstances 
breathed into the foul air

like a glass of champagne where
we could not douse the fire
under our breath-

I was left to mould inveterate thoughts

Those stars gave birth,
under the mimicry of a sun
that never saw its counterpart,
the pale light, that birthed
the filament of a dull day.