"When You Left, Only Silence Remained" 🥀 ( English )

It was evening.
The sunlight was slowly filtering through the leaves, gently touching the ground. The air had a soft chill to it, like a memory returning quietly. I was sitting on the same park bench where we had spent so many moments together. Without you, that place now feels like just an empty corner — filled only with echoes of memories.

When you left, you didn’t take anything… yet you took everything.
Your smile, your voice, the way you held my hand — all of it is still with me, but only in my dreams. You left, but my days and nights are surrounded by your memories.

Every morning, I remember your “Good morning” smile.
That sweet message of yours — “Wake up, lazy!” — is still pinned on my phone. But now, no messages ever come. My mornings begin without you, and I don’t even know when they end.

I still remember your coffee habit, with that one spoon of sugar.
You always made coffee and said, “I’ve added love in it, don’t taste it too deeply!” — and we would both laugh. I still make coffee, but it always lacks that love now.

I know people say time heals everything.
But for me, time has just become still. Since you left, everything stopped… only the memories kept moving. Your presence lingers everywhere — on the walls of my room, in the pages of my diary, and in every corner of my heart.

Once someone asked me, “Do you still remember her?”
I said, “Remember? I still live in her.”

People think moving on is easy.
But when love is real, the heart itself says, “I am incomplete without her.” You were that part of my life without which I could never imagine myself. You were my smile, the first word of every poem I wrote, the silent scream in all my silences.

Even today, I visit the places we used to go.
That same café table still waits, where you got your favorite cold coffee. In the corner of the bookstore, that book still lies — the one you used to read. You're everywhere, yet nowhere.

Sometimes at night, when the world sleeps,
I reread your old texts — those chats, those emojis, that “I miss you.” Your voice echoes in my ears, as if you’re saying, “I’m still here.” And then, a tear rolls down without permission.

I remember you every single day.
Not just because you were mine, but because you taught me things no one else could have. You taught me how to love, gave me a sense of belonging — and then, without a word, you left.

I wish… just once, you would come back.
I wouldn’t ask anything. I’d just see you once, and say,

“You became my life… and with your leaving, my life came to a halt.”

When you left, I merely survived — I couldn’t live.

People say time heals all wounds, but you were a part of my soul.
And who can heal wounds of the soul? After you left, I became a habit — of staying silent, of hiding my tears, of covering pain behind smiles.

Sometimes I wonder — if you ever come back, will I be able to say anything?
Maybe not. I’ll probably just look at you, holding in all the unsaid words. Your eyes will still carry that same story — incomplete, yet deep. And mine will hold the same wait — hopeless, but loyal.

I don’t know what world you’re in now, which road you’re walking, which city you live in…
But if ever, somewhere, a thought of me crosses your mind, just once, look back.

Maybe I’ll still be there — on the same bench, in the same park — waiting for you…
A silent image, brought to life only by your smile.