Through the Windowpane

The sunlight spills across the floor,

I’ve seen this light a thousand times before.

The city moves, the sky unfolds,

And I just watch the story told.

Your shadow used to cross this glass,

Now it’s just the hours that pass.

But in the glow, I see it clear,

The world kept going, I’m still here.

Through the windowpane,

I see the day begin.

It’s softer now, but beautiful,

Like you once were within.

Through the windowpane,

The colors fade and grow.

And though you’re gone, the way it shines,

Still feels like something you’d know.

The wind plays soft across the blinds,

I hum a song that once was mine.

The echoes fade, the quiet stays,

And somehow I feel okay.

Through the windowpane,

The view has learned my face.

It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t ache,

It just remains with grace.

Through the windowpane,

The world is wide again.

And though your name has lost its sound,

I still whisper it now and then.