I walk these streets, chasing your trace
At every turn, I whisper your name in space
Even the wind feels like a stranger now
Each breath longs for your touch somehow
This room speaks nothing, just stares
Its walls bear the weight of silent prayers
Even your pillow turns away from me
Your scent has fled, like a vanished sea
Once time tangled softly in your hair
Now each moment is stiff with despair
Books lie closed; I cannot read
Each word now grows your ghost and need
The way you once laughed in evening’s glow
Now cuts me deep in solitude’s flow
I no longer crave to meet my soul
The mirror reflects a face grown cold
All I ever wanted was a little peace in you
But all I found was ruin, raw and true
No more complaints, no more replies
Just your absence — and empty skies
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