Home Without You Poem by Zaffar Qureshi

It was me who sat alone in the house,
when you left.
Staring into the walls that were once our childhood.
You left me,
in a place who's emptiness devoured all our memories.
The gardens we once played in,
are now the graveyards of a seemingly unreal
past.
When you left,
I watched the flower beds burn,
the trees rot,
the leaves cry,
the grass die;
Until there was nothing left (of us) ,
but a sense of ruin,
and a feeling of waste.
You left me and never looked back,
I've seen so many deaths,
but yours will hurt the most.