Just yesterday, our silence wasn't vain —
Within that hush, the final heartbeat stirred.
Your hand was warm, but not in mine it stayed,
And in your eyes — farewell without a word.

Your voice grew still, like tea grown cold with time,
No longer did you seek the spring in me.
All I could do — watch fate redraw the line,
Where you’re without me... and I’ve lost my sleep.

That light you hold now shines for someone new,
No longer am I chasing distant smiles.
All I have left — the waves of longing through
Each haunting thought... and silence stretching miles.

You're gone — and I remain between the lines,
Where hearts still whisper all we left unspoken.
And in the quiet, memories entwine —
We’re still together… though long since broken.

That glow now lands on shores that aren’t mine,
I’m not the coast you dream of through the night.
What’s left for me — a silence undefined,
And memories of you fade out of sight.

Love isn’t always cries or final falls —
It leaves us gently, while we still seem whole.
And so we stayed in silence through it all,
Too weak, too hurt to let goodbye be told.

When night’s soft shadow wraps the world in peace,
And starlight’s silk unfolds across the skies,
A spark of love within my soul shall cease
The chill of dusk with whispers warm and wise.

Let years fly by, let fleeting days depart —
Time holds no power over hearts that care.
Your eyes, which calm the storms within my heart,
Still hold a love that time cannot impair.

With you — the world grows quieter, still,
No need for words when eyes can understand.
Our breaths align — and none can feel or will
The heart’s soft plea: “Don’t let go of my hand.”

This trembling born from you alone, so true,
Now flows through every beating vein I keep.
It guides us both as moonlight guides the dew,
As if an angel walks beside our sleep.

Forget the pain that darkened love’s pure flame,
Let only feeling in our hearts remain.
Your gaze becomes the answer and the name
Of love that gently carries us through rain.

From childhood — countless recollections,
But now — just dreams I’m clinging to.
Love, walks, and whispered sweet confessions,
And most of all, it’s still just you.

No last goodbye, yet still I'm haunted
By that one day you stood so near.
They say that love, like roses, withers...
And days go blank when love’s not here.

No meeting since, no word, no answer...
Not even just a brief “forgive”.
And all we shared, with all its meaning,
I carry still — alone... and live.

You came to my life like a snowstorm so slight,
Then turned into spring in the heart of the cold.
You were my truth, my joy, and my light,
Now just a shadow in night skies untold.

You were like a dawn turned into a dream,
You banished the fog with your radiant face.
I breathed in your soul every morning it seemed,
In your eyes was an unearthly, infinite place.

You left without asking how my heart cried,
You left without seeing my world fall apart.
And where once love burned like a fire inside —
Now ashes and ruins, and a wind without heart.

I grieve. But I don’t wait. Don’t forgive. Don’t implore.
I drown in my thoughts — yes, they’re still all of you.
Like leaping from time into darkness once more,
Where my voice is a whisper in silence untrue.

Remember you whispered “forever, just we”?
Now all that we vowed has been buried in dust.
Even your photo seems foreign to me —
No warmth, only pain, where once there was trust.

Now night after night, and with each final line,
You live — strangely real — in the poems I weave.
But you are gone…
And all that is mine —
Is to write you…
With tears that won’t leave.

Tell me, when will I see you once again?
Will I still hear your voice in distant days?
Love’s sharpened edge has faded into pain,
And sorrow flows like thawing in a haze.

The grief of autumn lingers in my gaze,
While stars dissolve in trembling sky above.
I wait for you through time’s unfathomed maze,
Beyond the bounds of all we know as love.

In parting, where each breath begins to fade,
The minutes drift like ashes on the air.
The hush of night won’t let me slip its shade -
Your voice still echoes through the empty stare.

Tell me, when will your true light meet my eyes?
Not phantom-like - but real, alive, and near.
You are my question, and you are replies.
My burning day, my wound, my song sincere.

Tell me, will you return just like a wonder,
A distant bell reborn in silent space?
Without your eyes, the world is torn asunder -
The day is dim, the dream has lost its grace.

I trace your shape with trembling line,
On misted glass with fingertip.
The rain has blurred what once was mine,
Dissolving dreams that used to slip.

It washed away each whispered plea,
And tore the verses from the page.
Outside, the city sighs with me,
Drenched in a melancholy stage.

While streets are drowning in regret,
And sorrow drips from every wall,
All I have left — this silhouette
That on the glass begins to fall.

You're walking now through foreign rain,
Beneath some stranger's sheltered skies.
While I remain with silent pain—
Just raindrop whispers, dreamlike sighs.

I know you breathe a different air
Where wet boulevards stretch and gleam.
But I am left with ghosts to spare—
Your heart... your shadow… and the steam.

Love comes as softly as the breath of May,
A quiet light within the darkest night.
It hides a glimpse of paradise away,
Yet often leaves the soul in silent plight.

It shines with brilliance, yet it casts a shade,
Like cleansing rain that falls through skies of gray.
It walks through storms that wear the spirit frayed,
And gifts us peace, forgiveness, and delay.

Once you have felt the warmth that it bestows,
The world reveals its truth in brighter hue.
It brings both pain and grace that ever grows—
A sacred flame that stirs the heart anew.

It conquers time, untouched by passing years,
Its words don’t wilt, they bloom in endless flight.
Love is the dawn through morning’s silver tears,
That calls us on but hides beyond the light.

Love comes when we begin at last to see
Not just the world, but souls in shining frame.
It sparks a trembling inner melody
That echoes on, though no one speaks its name.

So yield to love, as one would yield to fate,
Seek not reward—just smile through each cry.
And when your life is locked in toil and weight,
Let love alone be all that lifts you high.