The calendar page, never did turn, The clock's hands seized where the moment did burn. A single indelible mark in the air, The day that you left, and left me right there. The light through the window, the way that it fell, The scent of the air, a story to tell. The last words you spoke, a ghost on my ear, That moment replays, year after long year. The world outside rushes, a vibrant cascade, New mornings appear, new futures are made. Seasons turn softly, and lives carry on, But my own world paused at the break of that dawn. I walk through the rooms, and each shadow conspires To paint your absence with silent, cold fires. The hollow where laughter once brightened the day, Is now just an echo that won't fade away. I glimpse fleeting shapes, and my heart skips its beat, Mistaking a stranger for your coming feet. I search every corner, for signs of your trace, Stuck in the memory of your departing face. The future's a concept I cannot embrace, For time has no meaning beyond that lost space. And here in this stillness, so lonely and vast, I'm still living in the day you left, holding fast.