The silence knows my name now it finds me where I stay It lingers in the spaces you left behind that day And every waking hour falls slower than before Like something half remembered standing at the door When you are gone what do I keep The sound of your voice or your side of the sheets When you are gone what stays with me The shape of your absence where you used to be Not everything is broken with words you clearly hear Sometimes it is the leaving of someone still half here Sometimes it is a gesture you carry for too long Sometimes it is the knowing that something once was home When you are gone what do I keep The sound of your voice or your side of the sheets When you are gone what stays with me The shape of your absence where you used to be When you are gone when you are gone Do not make it smaller than the weight it had Do not call it over just because it passed Some things do not leave you when the moment ends Some things keep on living underneath the skin When you are gone what do I keep The sound of your voice or your side of the sheets When you are gone what stays with me The shape of your absence where you used to be
