In your absence
Days have become longer
Life has lost its lustre
Colorful has become colourless
A passively growing longing
Is breeding a profound sense
Of melancholy and nostalgia
In my head
Yet I have no inkling
When would I inhale your scent
Peer into your ochre eyes
And this ceaselessly stretching void
Filled with a deep yearning for you to come back
Will shrink and shrivel like a dried autumn leaf
Which will shriek and die under your feet
As you'll trudge upon it
And will hold my weary heart
Before it breaks and shatters
Under the leaden weight
Of this ennui in your absence