She's Gone.- Singye's story.

I cry myself to sleep every night,

My drenched pillow be the proof.

Utterly painful, the bygone history,

Togetherness of yesterday, now just memories

It shoves through my delicate heart,

Triggering foolishness of a forever end

Alas! Literature I hold onto

Reminiscing the blissful days

Dwelling in the past, burying today.

I share a grief; a book I lived,

Caged my dreams and paged a live

To bloom again with another, a thought that appals

Never would the nightingale sing again.

Alone heart beats for one,

No more, a new life can consort,

Yesterday’s pain, never in vain.

At the end, it’s me face down on the pillow.

Blessed with loneliness, a companion in misery
Hard to believe, she is forever gone.