When Deprived of Your Love

Who do I become, when your shadow fades? Not a man, but a map with the roads erased— A shell with echoes where heartbeats once played, A dusk without promise, the sun’s warmth betrayed. I become the silence between the stars, Wandering empty, bearing invisible scars. Each breath a question, unanswered, unheard— The world still turns, but it spins out of word. My laughter dims into distant rain, Memories bloom, but they taste like pain. I am not whole—I am the absence of light, A clock that ticks only deep in the night. The mirror denies me; I’m ghost in the glass, A soul made of stillness that no prayers pass. Without your compass, I falter and roam, No place is shelter, no house is home. But even as I unravel, piece by piece, I cradle the ruins, refuse the release. For to be broken by love is to still have known A fire so bright, it burned to the bone. And maybe, just maybe, the ashes remain— A whisper of hope in the hollow of pain.