The Silence After You Left

In dark where whispers sigh,

Your laughter haunts the air, a lie,

Once wrapped in love, now wrapped in grief,

My fragile heart seeks some relief.

The clock ticks slow—a hollow sound,

Each moment lost, where hope is drowned.

My restless mind, forever torn,

In memories sweet yet fraught with scorn.

You painted skies with dreams, so bright,

Yet storms encroached upon our light.

We danced on edges of despair,

Each touch ignited sparks of flare.

But silence loomed—a chasm wide,

Your broken spirit could not abide.

An ache that stings like autumn rain,

The aftermath of love's sharp pain.

With trembling hands I hold our past,

The fragments lost—too few to last.

Is it cruel fate or mere design?

How does one drown while trying to shine?

Our tomorrows crumbled into dust;

Your promise lost in mistrust.

You stepped beyond the veil divined,

And left my frayed and tethered mind.

Now nights are cold; my arms are bare,

I reach for you in empty air.

Each word unsaid, a funeral dirge,

Resonates with my heart's soft urge.

For every breath erodes the thread

That binds me still to you, the dead.

I linger here with ghosts at play,

A monument of your decay.

So here I stand by night's grace,

Where shadows dance in your embrace.

I pen these lines in sorrow's ink—

To mourn your fall, to cease the brink.

And should you wander through that night,

Know every tear’s a spark of light,

Of love eternal bending still,

Through all despair—I love you still.

-Dhrup Roy Chowdhury