And in the End ... It was only Me

Sometimes, a story ends without a single goodbye.

In the end, it’s just me and myself,

and a great surprise from your absence.

And a rebellious face in the mirror

that ended a season without a warning.

In the end, it’s just me,

and the echo of steady footsteps

in an empty, cold room,

and a cigarette that was never lit.

In the end, it’s just me,

and the scent of your shirt,

caressing my senses like a sweet poison

drunk with thoughts of you.

In the end, it’s just me,

and your last look in my dark eyes—

a look that will darken all my days.

Ah, how bitter is the song of the birds behind the window,

as if they’ve been clawing at my mind all my life.

Perhaps they know how all stories end,

and I still wait for the crow to reach its home…

What a sweet foolishness!

Who knows where the story went?

Was it me who stayed, and you who left?

Afsane – 2023/06/20