There’s water left inside the glass,
From when you left, from what we had.
It’s not quite full, it’s not yet gone,
It just sits there holding on.
The room still hums your quiet tune,
Like sunlight fading out too soon.
I sip the air, it tastes like rain,
The kind that never calls your name.
Half-empty glass,
Still catching light from yesterday.
I turn it slow, the world looks bent,
Through what we didn’t say.
Half-empty glass,
It’s more than just the past.
It holds the things that couldn’t last,
But never learned to fade.
Your shadow moves along the wall,
I swear I hear your voice and all.
But maybe it’s just memory’s trick,
Still teaching me how not to miss.
Half-empty glass,
Reflecting ghosts in silver gray.
If I drink it down, will it erase,
Or bring you back halfway?
Half-empty glass,
It trembles when I laugh.
I keep it close, I let it stay,
Half yours, half mine, always.
