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 lives in me 

In quiet moments, 

In loud memories, 

In the question that still has no answer: 

Why?

~Anushthi