The guitar, it's strings torn

Miming the song that was once our favourite,

Desiccated flowers hidden in pages, still mourn

Our forlorn story.

I stand numb and see the stars roam

Fruitlessly, throughout the night

Under this boundless black dome

Attending to my soundless cry.

I can't hide.

No matter how much I try -

The things together we felt.

The wind twirls around echoing your name

And often I repeat to myself -

Are you still the same?

The one to pull my heartstrings

Do you ever take my name?

Do I still come in your dreams?

Whatever we had

Must've been great

Because I still miss you

Just like life and it's okay :)