You left
without saying a last goodbye.
Our last kiss is still there

One last hug was still there,
quiet space
between your shadow and my arms.
One last endless cuddle was still there,
waiting on the couch,

One last moment of love was still there,
One last togetherness was still there,
untouched,
unlived,

So many maybes...
so many “what ifs”
carried like petals
on the wind of time.
And still,
I whisper them
as if you might turn back—
just once—to hear them.
Not so we could begin again,
but so I could meet your gaze,
and quietly let you see—
that solitude,
carved by your absence,
has become a temple,
and how cold I have become.
Cold, dead emotions for your presence—
I don’t want it again.