My Tears Cannot Stop Since You Passed Away (POEM)

My tears carve rivers where your voice once flowed,

each drop a memory, a story unclosed.

The clock ticks louder in rooms you left bare—

echoes of laughter haunt the empty air.

I trace your shadow on walls stripped of light,

grasp at the fragments of your last goodnight.

The world feels fractured, a puzzle undone,

missing the piece that made me someone’s son.

Grief wears your perfume—it lingers, it clings,

a ghost in the hallway, a hum without strings.

I scream at the stars for their cold, distant gaze,

while mourning rewrites all our yesterdays.

They say time is healing, but time is a lie-

it stretches the ache, deepens the why.

I clutch your sweater, threadbare and thin,

as if thread could stitch you back under my skin.

Some days, I bargain with gods I don’t know:

Trade my tomorrows for one yesterday’s glow.

But silence answers, heavy and grim,

a void where your wisdom once brimmed.

Yet in the storm, one truth won’t decay—

love outlives the flesh, out sways the grave.

So, I’ll weep till the waves of this sorrow recede,

and carry your light wherever I bleed.

Mom, my tears are the language of losing you,

but love is the dialect I’ll forever speak true.