I wake to the same empty room again.
Light slipping through cracks I never mend.
Your shadow still lingers on the wall
Fainter every morning, but it won’t fall.

I trace the lines where your fingers used to rest,
Trying to hold what time already pressed.
The air feels thinner where you used to breathe…
I’m learning how to live inside the leave.

Fading whispers in the back of my mind,
Soft as smoke, impossible to find.
They curl around the edges of the day,
I walk the streets we used to own at night.
Every corner holds a ghost of light.
I tell myself the quiet is my friend,
But silence has a way of pulling me in.

I close my eyes and feel the weight remain
A hollow echo carrying your name.
Not loud enough to call you back to me,
Just loud enough to keep the memory.

Fading whispers in the back of my mind,
Soft as smoke, impossible to find.
They drift through every breath I try to take,
A fragile thread I don’t know how to break…