The mirror fogs when no one’s here,
The floor still hums the way you steered.
Your keys don’t hang, your voice is gone,
But the air still plays your song.
The lamp turns gold at half past eight,
Just the way it did when we stayed late.
Every shadow moves the same,
Whispering your quiet name.
The room still knows,
How soft your laughter goes.
Every wall, every glow,
Remembers what I don’t show.
The room still knows,
Where every heartbeat froze.
It keeps the time we left behind,
A rhythm only ghosts could find.
I open windows, clean the sheets,
But the scent of you still breathes.
Every drawer, every chair,
Still keeps your shape somewhere.
The room still knows,
The curve of every note.
If I leave, it still will stay,
Living in our yesterday.
The room still knows,
More than I ever told.
And when the lights begin to fade,
It hums the love we made.
