Since Then Poem by Shouvik Roy

Since morning
I am intoxicated,
No, dear alcohol is not to blame;
But my dear love you are to,
For since the day you left,
My senses are hollow, and
And blood is shallow in my heart,
Vague seems this world,
And everything seems slow,
filled spaces seem empty,
empty ones seem to blow,
With recurring ghosts of our love past.
I am panting, choking;
And so now slowly,
I am falling down, on my face, on my heart
I am falling,
I am dying.