The silence of memories

Your memory is as stubborn as you are, you left even after I refused, and your memory comes back even after I refuse.

You left me incomplete, ruining me, and your memory is ruining me completely.

One day, the news of my ruin will reach you too, and on that day, you will see despair in your own home as well.

You will want to return everything, but by then, it will be too late.

You will want to cry a lot, but tears will not come out of your eyes.

When the agony of your heart increases, then you will understand my agony.