The Window's Still Ajar

The air was cold, the street asleep

But something stirred where shadows creep

A curtain moved, a light came through

And somehow, I still thought of you

We lose so much we never name

Leave rooms the same but never the same

And yet the window's still ajar

A crack of night, a quiet star

Not every ending means goodbye

Some just pause beneath the sky

Your favorite cup is by the sink

A subtle thing that makes me think:

What if not all the doors were shut?

What if the past just took a breath and cut?

I've chased the dusk, I've held the rain

But still I feel you in the grain

And though the night has traveled far

The window's still

Ajar