I lost the soul I vowed to keep,
Now haunted by a silence deep.
No farewell whispered, no final plea-
Just sudden, stark finality.
You were my anchor, firm and true,
The steady light I journeyed to.
Without your voice, the world feels wrong,
A fragile place where I don't belong.
There's sorrow stitched in every breath,
A quiet grief, a living death.
The words I lacked now flood my mind,
Regrets that time won't leave behind.
I navigate through empty days,
Disguising pain in practiced ways.
But deep within, I bear the scar-
A wound that speaks of who you are.
No force can fill the space you left,
No balm can soothe this silent theft.
You were the heart I could not choose
To lose- and yet, I had to lose.
If fate allowed one final hour,
I'd trade the stars for that lost power.
But you are gone, and I remain-
A soul rebuilt around the pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem