The park bench hasn’t moved at all,
Still faces where the sunlight falls.
The air still hums your quiet laugh,
Like time forgot to take it back.
The window seat, your coffee stain,
Still marks the spot I can’t explain.
The world went on, but I can see,
The space where you used to be.
Where you used to be,
The wind still says your name.
Every silence bends the same,
As if it knows who came.
Where you used to be,
The light still falls that way.
And even when it rains,
The ground remembers your weight.
I talk out loud, the echoes stay,
They never seem to fade away.
The corners hum a memory tune,
Still colored soft in silver blue.
Where you used to be,
I still feel the heat.
Every breath I take feels near,
Every heartbeat skips a beat.
Where you used to be,
It’s quiet but not free.
I stand there just to see,
How space can hold what used to be.
