Come back to me, my love.
The nights collapse without you.
Silence wraps around me like frost
and the stars — they whisper your name
so softly it bruises.
You haunt the darkness of my chest,
echo in the hollows
where your hands once rested.
Each breeze tastes like you,
feels like the breath you never took
when you left.
I reach for you in dreams
only to wake with fists full of absence.
I replay every moment —
not to remember you,
but to pretend you're still here with me.
Come back to me, my love.
Time has not healed me;
it has hollowed me out
to leave a space only for you.                                                                                                                   What they call healing
is just learning how to walk
without my heart.
I carry your ghost like an Armor,
like a wound that glows.
I should hate you
for leaving
but all I can do
is beg the air to bring you back.
Scars fade —
but you don’t.
You burn steady in my blood,
a name I cannot forget
even when I scream it into nothing.
I want to forget you —
and I don’t.
I want to erase you —
and hold you tighter.
If you stood beside me now,
I would be whole.
I would finally be real.
I am more myself
when I am with you.
And without you,
I am no one at all.