Still here

She left on a rainy Tuesday. No goodbye. No suitcase. Just silence where her voice used to be. And I… I kept that last coffee warm for days. I saw her shadow in the steam On windows blurred by time I whispered jokes into the dark Pretending she was mine She said she needed space to breathe A place to mend her wings But I was too afraid to ask If I was one of those things The days got louder after she left. Laughter from strangers hurt more than silence. Even music felt like betrayal. Until I heard that one song she used to hum… You can walk away— But you have to stay In the echoes of my mind Where our past still plays You never can leave me You're stitched in my soul I knock on your memory But no one’s home One day, a letter came. Torn at the edges. No return address. Just six words inside: "I'm sorry. I remember you too." I read it a thousand times. I still do. If I could see your face once more I could die a happy life One last smile, one last war Before I fade into night I kept your scarf, I wear it still Even though it’s June It smells like the sea And heartbreak and you I don’t know where she is now. Maybe with someone kinder. Maybe alone like me. But in this song, she’s still dancing in our kitchen. Still laughing with her eyes closed. Still here. So I sing you soft through radio waves Let my voice drift where you are Maybe you'll hum along one day And remember who we are You can walk away But you never really do You live inside this melody And I still live in you