Do you know the agony of yearning every second for someone you loved fiercely, while he has obliterated even the faintest echo of your name from his heart?

What hurts more?
Is it the void of your absence,
Silent, consuming, endless—
Or the torment of dreams,
Where I hold you, only to lose you at dawn?

What do I love more—the moon, or him?
I looked at him, and without a word,
My heart had already chosen—
He eclipses all, even the moon...

While flipping through the pages of our memory book,
I found those dried flowers, and with them, your memory bloomed once again…
That even after all this time, my heart, still aching for you,
Surrendered its fragile hope of living in your yearning and crumbled, drop by drop.

Your traces of love on my heart and skin still do yearn for your presence...

After you left, I came to understand,
That you were the one I craved beyond touch, beyond desire.
It was your warmth, the comfort of holding you tight,
Falling asleep in that embrace, finding peace in the night,
To look at you endlessly, until my heart overflowed,
And still, to gaze more, wanting never to let go,
To love you so fiercely that, even as years pass by,
Your memories cling to my soul, refusing to die.

Along the same roads where memories reside,
I saw you again, and something inside died.
As if my soul has never moved, still tethered to the past,
And my heart, open wide, waits steadfast,
To cradle you again, to mend what’s torn,
To find the quiet solace where love was once born.