Now that you are gone, I am trying to find out your face on these walls.
Now that you are gone, I am dying to hear your voice kissing my ears.
Now that you are gone, I am being burnt to death by our memories,
Sweet and sad,
All my life now feels like a single night, and more like the thousand nights
I spent crying to have you for me, like a kid does for a toy, a woman does
for a lover. It’s the same round faced moon that saw me love you, and spend
my dreams on you, still mocks at me from this window of mine, this rusted window of mine.