Without You
I still remember your tender smile— I hadn't yet learned to breathe without you. Our love remained a half-spoken verse, Yet the sorrow arrived in full. Since you've gone, this heart grieves even in joy, Wounds run deep— But where is the balm to soothe them? The letters you once sent, I still hold close, Laced with your love, And promises that faded into empty words. A single moment of your laughter Gifted me grief for a lifetime. You slipped away like sand between fingers, While loneliness rose like a wave—and stayed. No complaint remains for you, No blame lingers within me— Only an aching, hollow heart, And your words… still unfinished.
~Autumn
(English ver. of Tere Bina)











