Your
voice still lingers in the window pane
I whispered hymn to the evening rain
I traced the path where your fingers passed
Frost on glass, too bright to last
The teacup holds your unfinished sigh
Steam still twisting toward the sky
While the clock ticks out its hollow
art Measuring beats of my borrowed heart
Oh
speak to me in the language of light
Where shadows dance at the edge of sight
The moon may wax, the
stars may wane But love remains where your name remains
Sing sweet echo through the hollow night
Of all we were in the fading light
You left your scarf on the old oak
chair A whisper caught in the winter air
The fabric hums with your cinnamon scent
A melody time hasn't learned to forget
The fireplace
cracks its knowing tune
Spitting sparks of a waning moon
While the night outside grows sharp and
clear A mirror of all I still hold dear
We were embers in a careless wind
Bright and brief before the end
Yet even ash remembers fire And I am keeper of that pyre
So I'll wait where the curtains sway
Watching dawn erase
your gray
And when the new light
softly spills It finds your ghost in the
window still
A silhouette too dear to fade Etched in glass where our memories play
You left your scarf on the old oak chair
A whisper caught in the winter air
The fabric hums with your cinnamon scent
A melody time hasn't learned to forget
The fireplace cracks its knowing tune
Spitting sparks of a waning moon
While the night outside grows sharp and clear