I'm a book that's left with no shelf.
With just shabby stories to tell.
There's a you-shaped void in my life.
What once felt heaven, is now hell.

I'm an empty frame that has no wall,
There's a number I have but can't call.
Whatever you left just reminds me that,
You've left and I'm left with it all.

They say "Time heals all wounds",
Why the hell is it taking so long?
Sinking deep into homesick afternoons,
It's "You" where I've always belonged.

Now I'm left with doleful souvenirs,
They're saying you were here.
I look around and I find,
You missing from everywhere.

There's a bucketlist you left in my drawer,
Holding our hundreds of wishes and more.
You taught me how to bear my own image,
Now I've ended up as my own eyesore.

Are you too, broken like me?
Are you too, hopeless like me?
As Lonely as the full moon nights,
Where I can't seem to find sleep.

I'm getting, haunted by dreams,
I'm all down on my knees,
Beggin' please won't you help me?
Help me let go of these!

Doleful souvenirs,
Saying you're here.
When I look at you,
Where do you disappear?

I've been left surrounded,
By these doleful souvenirs.
I'm here without you drowning,
You're nowhere but everywhere.

© Karthik Chyawan