This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
While watching beautiful memories,
silence speaks the loudest within me.
Everything that was once “us”
is now a solitary memory.
Your smile is frozen in a video,
while I am outside that moment,
a stranger who watches but cannot touch.
As if life went on
and I remained stuck somewhere.
The paths we walked together
now exist only as directions,
but there is no destination left.
Because you are gone.
Do you know what is hardest?
It is not knowing you will not return,
but realizing that even if you did,
nothing would be the same.
And I…
with every memory I watch,
learn a little more
what it means to be without you.
Yet still,
I do not want to erase any of it.
For even though it hurts,
my truest self remains there:
with you.
Şereflişan, Melda Asya. "Tek Kişilik Hatıra." Unpublished, handwritten poem. 2026.