The Emptiness You Left Behind

You left so suddenly—

like life slipping out of breath,

without a word,

without even a final glance.

And in that moment,

everything stood still,

as if time itself refused to move for me.

Back then...

there was a flicker of anger toward you—

Why didn’t you tell me?

What sorrow broke you so deeply

that even my presence became a burden?

And then,

within the ashes of that anger,

the fire of regret began to burn...

I kept asking myself—

was my silence the scream you carried inside?

The grief of not stopping you

beats now in rhythm with my heart.

Every time a door opens,

my soul whispers—

Could it be you... returning?

But no—

you had already gone

beyond the reach of my voice,

like a star fallen

from the sky of my world.

Where did you go?

How could you leave

without saying so much?

You left no address behind—

not of your heart,

nor of that last sorrow

that stole you away from me.

Now each day feels like a sin—

to live without you,

to smile without you,

is to betray my very being.

Sometimes I wonder—

if only I had listened a little more,

if only you had spoken a little louder.

Your unfinished words

still echo within me,

each time

bringing a different shade of pain.

Without you, the world

is an empty mirror—

I see myself,

but don’t know who I am anymore.

You, who once could calm this heart,

have left behind a hollow

no one else can ever fill.

Nights come draped in the softness of your name,

and sleep—

it lingers restlessly

in the folds of your memory.

If only...

you knew what you meant to me—

like breath itself,

like a sacred prayer,

like an unfinished poem

whose ending no one else can write.

And if ever

your heart feels like turning back,

don’t think it's too late...

This heart

still stands at that same place

where you left me—

without goodbye,

without a final smile

just for you.