Memories grew wild And recollections Mellow and mild The weft and whisper The loose end of the stories The empty cups Vacant eyes Whelming vision The transition Whirling wind Ah! The spring After you left It's burning summer Night gasping in After you left, my words found their purpose. After you left, I asked fellow writers on YQ to share their stories of coping up. #Collab #afteryouleft #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba