To Live Like a Ghost

One day, you finally go away.

What I had to do—faded out

in front of eyes

that searched for you.

In absence.

In presence.

The moon disappeared.

The room tightened with silence.

And I watched

the old you

in the rain.

“Hold her,”

each voice cried inside me—

but I let you go.

I didn’t know what I had to do.

The wind hummed like your voice

before it turned harsh.

And my heart dug deep

just to stay with you.

It was too late.

Enough.

And a wild truth—

you were no longer mine.

Not even in imagination.

Drop by drop,

my eyes turned numb.

My heart—

an old hut

where light slowly faded.

Only your memory remains,

saved in some quiet corner

of my mind.

My heart still opens—

but not for you.

All I can do now

is live with myself,

like a ghost.