Since you’ve been gone,
everything
whispers your name.
Each morning
trembles in your absence like flame.
The sunlight
falls with a heavy sigh,
and the breeze
no longer carries your lullaby.
In my teacup
no sweetness remains,
your smile
vanished from its stains.
The mirror
refuses to meet my eyes,
my face
a stranger in your goodbye.
Those books
won’t open anymore,
your fingers
still haunt every lore.
I walk the rooftop
chasing echoes of your feet,
and the stars
ask questions I can’t repeat.
The rain
once danced in our delight,
now it
burns through the night.
Monsoon
brings no songs, no green,
only
the echo of what once had been.
The nights
aren’t just long—they ache,
calling
your name till I break.
The habit
of resting on your shoulder and crying,
has turned
into a silence slowly dying.
You were
my first breath of fire,
and perhaps
my last desire.
Now love
feels like betrayal of truth,
for you
still live in my ruined youth.
In prayers,
I no longer speak your name aloud,
for you’ve become
a wish lost in a passing cloud.
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