The Day You Left

Do you remember the date? The hour sun dipped low in the mid-afternoon sky, When you left me — not in steps, But in silence, Like a ghost who never meant to say goodbye. You called — Not to explain, Not to hold my shaking voice, But to leave… And left me drowning In the ocean of a reason you never gave. I was crying — You were listening — And that was all. No comfort. No closure. Just the echo of a breath that once meant home. You shattered me like light through stained glass, Beautiful once, now broken in colorless pain. Since then, I have forgotten who I was — a name without meaning, A soul without skin. I still search for fault in whispers, Trace it in the mirror, But it vanishes with every tear. I write this not to bring you back — You’re long gone in ways I can't unfeel — But to remind you: Your leaving never left. It live...