None is mine..

I don't love her, that's certain, but perhaps I love her.

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

                                                           - Pablo Neruda 

There are people who tell me of friendship.
There are people who tell me of love.
But there is none, who tells me of nothing
Like you did, yet filled my world with everything.

There are people who advise me on life.
There are people who console me in pains.
But there is none, on whose shoulders I can weep
And on whose lap I could feel consoled as on yours.

There are people all around adoring me.
There are people keenly interested in me.
But there is none, who brings peace to mind
Like you used to, and none is mine.

There are people who smile at me.
There are people who wish well for me.
But there is none, whose smile lights me up
Like yours did, And the one I ruined.

People are just people, but you were you.
You were me, you were all that I wanted.
You were my love, you were my life.
What is life, when the only thing I have lost is you?