living without you

Teach me the art to live
With changing climates,
With haunted shadows following,
with consciousness suspending in vacuum,
when the colors of spring,
turn into dry leaves,
and there remains nothing of life in sockets of my eyes,
when i find no hand to hold,
crossing the wilderness of meaningless existence,
Teach me to walk alone,
n the art to carry my heavy heart,
the burden of being,
until the destiny is reached,
and the end is seen,
teach me the art to live without you.