The song Half-Whispered

My memories of you are slow lilting rhythms I hum, and I hum the tune in the comfort of loneliness, I hum softly to myself so that no one hears me, I hum the oft-repeated chant as the darkness blooms to blue outside, I hum half written love-songs to your name and give a passing thought to your new lover, who writes a new song as I hum this one.
And when I am over with humming this tune, I will weave a new song… and I shall have already forgotten you.