The deeper the night, the clearer your sound,
Echoes of you still hanging around.
I thought our love had learned to fade,
But silence keeps your shape engraved.
Letters I can’t throw away,
Memories I can’t replay.
You’re a ghost inside my room,
Breathing where the shadows bloom.
I’m still here, without you,
Tracing air where your warmth once grew.
Time pretends to wash it clean,
But you stay between my every scene.
That fading sunset looked like your smile,
Soft and sad, but gone a while.
Said I’m fine, but I lied that day,
I just didn’t want you to stay.
The coffee’s cold, your seat’s still near,
I keep it there like you might appear.
You didn’t vanish, just drifted away,
But the air still whispers your name each day.
I’m still here, without you,
Breathing in the space you knew.
The ache’s become a quiet friend,
That never leaves, it just pretends.
Even if you came back now,
I’d smile, but I don’t know how.
Our love has learned to fall asleep,
In dreams too quiet, in wounds too deep.
I’m still here, without you,
Living slow in the afterglow.
It’s peaceful, but it’s not new,
Just me, still here — without you.
