The wall of the ceiling,
Listening my cries,
Reflects into my conscience,
Twinkling next to me, your silver eyes .
The haze of the air,
Walks upto me,
Divulging your beautiful face
Into the strands of whites and black.
Shifting with your smiles,
And moves into me as cut by the ice.
The clouds whisper through thunders,
Of your voice, soft and calling my name.
Roaring into my memories,
Of your presence in my vigour of life.
The air sometimes,
Screeches through my skin,
And makes the impression of your touch,
Still warm and alive,
Very much,
Unlike you.
The fate lines,
Still read of you by my side.
The heart still flutters by your name,
Honking as I realise the truth.
The breaths gasp through the impossible
Of you, not here.
I don't know,
How to go on
How to move on
How to live
How to be
Without you.
So, I will keep finding you in every pattern.
In every turn,
Every crest and fall.
So, I will keep living this way,
With you,
But without you.