The Sunlight Slips Through The Blinds
Touching Dust On The Windowsill
Like It Remembers Your Hands Here
But You’re Gone
The Room Hums With Quiet
Floorboards Sigh Under Weightless Footsteps
Echoes Of Laughter Curl In Corners
Then Scatter
A Chair Leans Empty At The Table
Its Shadow Stretched Long
I Trace It With My Eyes
As If Tracing You
The Mirror Keeps Your Shape
I Press My Palm To Glass
It Trembles Under My Fingers
Then Nothing
The Hallway Bends Into Itself
A Tunnel Of Half-Remembered Voices
I Follow Them Sometimes
But They Vanish
Curtains Sway In The Draft
Like They’re Breathing For Someone Else
I Count The Seconds
Then Stop
The Clock Clicks In Uneven Rhythm
Minutes Drip Down Walls
I Catch One Sometimes
It Tastes Like Your Name
The Kettle Sings
Steam Rises And Folds
I Think It’s Your Voice
Calling From Somewhere Beyond
Books Sit Open
Pages Curling
I Never Read Them
But I Feel Your Thoughts
The Floor Is Cold Tonight
Shoes Left By The Door
Like They Expect You
To Step In
Evening Folds Over The Ceiling
The Sky Bleeds Orange And Purple
I Reach For It
You Were Always Better At Holding Light
I Move Through The House
Touching Surfaces
As If Your Presence Is Sticky
As If I Can Scrape It Loose
The Wind Hums Against The Glass
It Carries Your Perfume Sometimes
I Choke Back Memory
Then Breathe Anyway
Shadows Gather In The Corners
Like Quiet Witnesses
I Sit Among Them
They Don’t Leave
The Walls Seem To Listen
To My Half-Whispered Thoughts
I Imagine You Nodding
I Imagine You Gone
I Leave A Cup Of Tea
On The Table
Steam Rises
But You Never Sip
The Night Folds Over Itself
I Count Stars Through The Window
Each One A Small Hollow
Each One Your Absence
