If I could still hold you,
In the palm of my trembling hand,
In the depths of my fragile heart,
In the whispers of my restless soul.
If I could still hold you,
In the shadows of sleepless nights,
In the echoes of forgotten dreams,
In the longing that seeps through my veins.
If I could still hold you,
In the silence of empty spaces,
In the void that your absence created,
In the ache that lingers, refusing to fade.
If I could still hold you,
In the fragments of memories,
In the pages of a love story,
In the etchings of a bittersweet past.
If I could still hold you,
In the tears that flow like rivers,
In the laughter that dances on my lips,
In the moments we shared, forever cherished.
If I could still hold you,
In the depths of my imagination,
In the realms of a parallel universe,
In the hope that defies all reason.
If I could still hold you,
In the symphony of our intertwined souls,
In the symphony that plays on, undeterred,
In the symphony that refuses to end.
Then perhaps, just perhaps,
Even in the absence of physical touch,
Even in the void that separates our beings,
Even in the vastness of this universe.
I could still hold you,
In the tenderness of my love,
In the strength of my devotion,
In the essence of who we once were.
For love knows no boundaries,
No limitations, no constraints,
It transcends time and space,
And etches itself onto eternity's canvas.
So, if I could still hold you,
In the depth of my being,
In the essence of my existence,
Then know, my love, that you are forever mine.
Every word is a whisper to the past, a hymn for the present, and a prayer for what still lingers in the spaces we once shared. This is not about forgetting, nor about moving on. It is about remembrance. About the soul’s refusal to let go of what was once deeply true.
For anyone who has ever loved and lost—yet still carries that love in their veins—this is for you.
— Junayed Kabir
