I came, hoping to knock on your door,
To breathe in the faint trace of your presence.
Exhausted, lost in thought,
I sat—sinking slowly into sorrow.
I searched for something, anything…
Yearning for fragments of my broken dreams.
Was there truly nothing left to hold on to?
That’s when I saw how foolish I’d been.
I felt like I was lying to myself again—
Pretending I no longer loved you.
But your picture, once more, made me weak.
And deep inside I wanted to scream,
To cry out loud:
I still love you. So much.
But fate, as always, had other plans.
I closed my eyes, whispering a prayer to see you.
Yet your absence answered back—
Telling me to walk away again.
So I sat there, alone,
Swallowing my tears and my silence,
Staring at the fading outline of your face.
Sad but true—
that’s how I found you,
and lost you.