The night left a window open, and the cold came drifting in. Since then, there's an empty chair no one knows how to fill. The clock has lost an hour, or maybe I lost mine. Some silences remain long after words have died. And I look for you in the shape of the rain, in the scent of the earth after the storm. I look for you where the sky comes undone, but some names are never carried by the wind. Morning comes too early, but it doesn't feel the same. There are shadows on the walls that have forgotten how to fade. I kept a little light somewhere I never go. Maybe it was your voice, maybe it was all I had left. And I look for you in the shape of the rain, in the scent of the earth after the storm. I look for you where the sky comes undone, but some names are never carried by the wind. Tonight I left the window open. Not to wait for you. Just to give the silence somewhere to go.
