The last queen

Her name echoes through the hallways of my mind,

a specter of dreams lost in the folds of time,

she is a last queen, a myth I can’t unwind,

a love unspoken, buried in silent rhyme.

Each word unsaid, a wound that never heals,

the years that passed left echoes in their wake,

we wore our silence like armor, steel on steel,

yet in her eyes, a truth I dared not take.

she haunts the twilight, a shadow half-seen,

a promise undone, a kiss left to decay,

the hours stretch on, like a forgotten dream,

Her absence is a price I’m doomed to pay.

For what is time but the thief of regret,

And what is love if not a past unmet?

©Bunguswa