These eyes once open, now shut with numbness,
They spark with tears, sliding in calmness.
Drowned in saline sea, my heart aches in pain,
It hurts when our memories flash in the rain.

Rain is the cause of suffering in summer air,
It gives wings to beauty in rainbow’s glare.
But that softness haunts me — who is there?
No bird, no flower, no thee — none to care.

Bygones are bygones, but hollow remain,
She’s a moon-like figure, calm, distant, plain.
No soul, no warmth — too far to reclaim,
Cold as the stars, she won’t speak my name.

Now it’s me — a heart that beats but shut,
With her, it fled; now nothing but a cut.