The House deserted by the beloved

I will ask these walls and floors and doors
how they feel when you depart
your touch, your talks, your being
your laughs, the pleasant moments you enjoy the most
your tears, yours wailing and your hugging the pillars
The imprints of your lovely hands
and your fragrance your smell dissolve
And ......
Their sadness, their sobbing, their tears
would tell me the truth
how much your presence a blessing
A spring with your being, Now autumn with absence
Same would be my heart, when you leave me for good

but then I will remember my resolve

I am that lover who don't want to escape the pain..