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.