"The Day You Disappeared"

The day you disappeared,

The sky stood still.

No wind, no voice,

Just silence, sharp and shrill.

The birds forgot to sing that day,

The rain forgot to fall.

And though the world kept spinning on,

My world… stopped — that’s all.

I searched for you in morning light,

In coffee cups and shoes.

In corners where your laughter lived,

In songs we used to choose.

Your name still lingers in the air,

Like perfume on a sleeve.

It clings to all the empty rooms

And whispers when I grieve.

I see you in the mirror's mist,

Your ghost behind my eyes.

You walk beside me in my dreams,

But fade with morning skies.

I talk to you in quiet ways,

Through letters never sent.

Through teardrops smudged on paper lines

And hearts that came unbent.

I wear your jacket, big and worn,

Your scent still clings to wool.

It makes me feel a little close —

A little less than full.

Your voice, I try to memorize,

Each word, each laugh, each tone.

But grief has ways of stealing sounds

And leaving me alone.

I trace your name with shaky hands

On fogged-up window glass.

Pretend it’s just a waiting game —

This ache, it too shall pass.

But days slip by like falling leaves,

And nights are even worse.

Each hour without you wraps around

My soul just like a curse.

They say that time will heal the wound,

That someday I’ll be fine.

But healing feels like letting go —

And I still call you mine.

I miss the fights, the clumsy jokes,

The way you'd hum off-key.

Now silence fills the hollow spots

Where joy once used to be.

I miss the way you'd hold my hand

When storms would chase the day.

Now thunder feels like your goodbye —

So loud, then fades away.

I miss the ordinary things:

Your slippers near the door.

The way you’d hum while making tea,

The creaking of the floor.

They don’t come back — those quiet joys.

They stay where you remain.

Somewhere between a memory...

And never-ending rain.

And if you looked down now and saw

The mess I’ve made of me,

Would you forgive the way I break

Each night silently?

I try to smile, I try to laugh,

But most days I pretend.

My grief’s a guest that never leaves,

My shadow, and my friend.

So if by chance, some distant star

Could carry what I write,

Know I still wait between each breath

And pray for you at night.

The day you disappeared — the day I lost my light…

I learned to walk in shadows deep, and hold my tears too tight.