The room feels wide but
the air is thin
I trace the outline
of where you've been
Your coffee cup still
holds the stain
A ghost of mornings we can't reclaim
Your name
still lingers in the air
I speak it
but you're not there
Torn pages from the book we wrote Every line now feels like smoke
We were a story A fleeting light
The clock keeps ticking It never lies
Space between us
A wall that tides
Each step I take feels twice as long I hum the tune of a broken song
