You set your coffee down

Left your book face-down on the chair

That jacket on the back of the door

Still waiting like you’re halfway there

I talk to empty rooms

Fold your name into a sigh

Stare at the ceiling asking

How does someone learn to say goodbye?

If death is only a transition

Then this room is just a waiting gate

You stepped ahead

I’m on the platform

Watching you slip through a different shape

If death is only a transition

Then every ending’s just a bending line

You didn’t vanish

You went missing

On the other side of time

I hear you in the sink

In the clatter of the plates

In the way the evening shadows

Stretch your outline on the gate

I trace your old handwriting

On the notes you used to leave

“Back soon” on a yellow square

Now it’s something that I need to believe

If death is only a transition

Then this house is just a waiting gate

You stepped ahead

I’m on the platform

Watching you slip through a different shape

If death is only a transition

Then every ending’s just a bending line

You didn’t vanish

You went missing

On the other side of time

Maybe you’re a quiet river

Running under everything

Maybe you’re the pause in laughter

Right before our voices ring (oh)

If death is only a transition

Then this ache is just a crossing tide

You walked ahead into the distance

I feel your footsteps echo mine

If death is only a transition

Then love’s a thread that doesn’t unwind

You didn’t vanish

You went missing

I’ll see you

On the other side of time