When you are not here,
I am lost between
The touch, That your hands ,
Left in the bends of my face.
And the crash, That your voice,
Left in the corners of my walls.

When you are not here,
I walk on the shores,
To rescue our dreams.
The ones we sketched on the sand,
And the ones we whispered to the breeze.

When you are not here,
I drink the wine of our days.
Just to bring you back along with the bliss .
Tonight , I drank it all ;
And still you are not here.