It didn’t end with your last goodbye,
It didn’t fade when you walked away.
The silence grew, the days rolled by,
But your name chose to stay in me.

Like perfume clinging to an empty room,
Or like a soft fire beneath cold ashes,
I feel you in the quiet darkness,
Where memories and moments collide.

Your laughter murmurs in the whispered air,

Dancing in the leaves at that moment,
My heart still bends to where you were,
Drawn to the musk of your shadow.

You were never a fleeting spark,
Never a summer rain,
An echo in the darkness,
Balm and beautiful pain.

They said that with time, the pain fades,
Hearts forget the way they burn,
But with every dusk, every song, every tune,
You still find a way to come back.

I sip my tea - you loved it sweetly,
I feel your fingers wrapping around the cup.

Even in the empty seat,
Your soul seems to appear.

Our favorite book lies motionless,

Pages marked by the notes you drew.

I run my fingers over them,

Until I hear the ghost of "I love you."

I walk the streets we used to say,

Where laughter fell like spring rain,

The city has changed, but only in name —
In me, your footprints still remain.

Flowers bloom, like the seasons,

But no one feels brighter without your sight.

Colors fade, they lose their hue
Only your smile can awaken.

As the stars twinkle in the sky,

I look for you in each one.

A wish, a breath, a soft cry —
A prayer whispered to the sun.

Time does not mend all broken parts,

Some cracks choose not to heal.

But in the ruins of my heart,
Your love still dares to be felt.

You left a light in every room,
You carved your name on every wall.
Even in joy, there is a darkness —
Because love lingers long after autumn.

Not all love stories end in truths,
Not every chapter ends.

But some loves live in sacred bows,
In silence, in prose.

They live in the rain against the glass,
In songs played too late at night,
In every moment that passes,
Where your memory shines too brightly.

So I wear this gentle weight,

Not as a burden, but as a grace.

I rewrote my fate for loving you,

Leaving the light on my face.

I do not beg to change the past,
Or curse the path we cannot take.

Some souls must wander far away,
But leave a fire in their wake.

So let them call me a ghost, a lost one—
A fool who loves what has slipped through their hands.

They have never known what true love costs—
Or how it stands where no one stands.

Even as the world moves on,

And new hearts knock on my door,

You are the thread I pull—

A whisper at the core of me.

No need for endings, clean and bright,

No need for the fragile key of closure.

You were, you, my morning light -

Always, always a part of me.

So let me hold on to this enduring flame,

Not to extinguish it, nor to hide the pain.

For even if we lose the world we named,

My love, love will still be there.