He came and leave

Red roses, sweet kisses
Photographs, warm embraces
Heavenly touch, and the morning messages
I have your name on every pages
But,this time I know.
I was hanging low
I'm on my feet but nowhere to go
Stuck and still on this cornered room
Calling out your name please, for a little once more
Old letters, the treasures I owned
Hardly whispered pains on our old photos
Wet eyes and wet pillows
Red wines and painful poems
Broken mirrors in front of this empty shadows
Alone and nothing and killed by sorrows.