The Fast

The Fast

By Shamsiah Samsudin

The muezzin calls
Yet my fast continues
Will he be back?
The loneliness of being together

The quiet of words
Unsaid and loud

The remembrance of what was lost
Forgetting what we have
Vows that sounded like anchors
Now losing ground

The abyss of solitude
Waves that cleanse, clarify
Ebbing and flowing into a lull

As I wait

Stolen glances, will he make his move
Does his soul burn like mine ?
The hollow ache I’ve kept away
Keeping my distance
I don’t want it that way
Perhaps this is where our path splits

I’ll wait

Stealing glances
Oh wait, what’s this ?

He pulls me close

The quiet of words
Unsaid and loud

We break our fast