Unfinished Sky

The ceiling turns in slow blue shades Your name dissolves along the grain I trace the space you used to take As if the night could hold its shape The room is wider than before Every step a softer floor I never knew how far you'd go Until your leaving let me know You were the warmth that leaned toward me The fragile thread I couldn't see Now every star is out of reach And every dream forgets to speak Your jacket waits behind the door Like it expects you still once more I let it hang. I let it stay. Some things refuse to fade away If I could gather scattered days I’d press them flat, I’d fold their edges But time won’t bend for what we were It only widens what it measures You were the warmth that leaned toward me The steady pull beneath my feet Now even gravity feels wrong Like I’ve been standing here too long The window lifts a silver hue A quieter version of the moon Not asking me to understand Just resting in my open hands Maybe love is never gone Only shifting into distance Maybe what we couldn’t keep Is what remains in quiet persistence You were the warmth that leaned toward me The shape my hands still try to meet And though the sky feels unfinished now It stretches further somehow You were the warmth that leaned toward me Not lost — just changed in gravity And if the night is all I see I’ll let its widening carry me