their names still sit in my mouth like words I’m afraid to finish I keep dialing numbers that don’t exist anymore just to hear the silence answer we used to laugh like the world had no edge now it feels like everything does your jacket is still on the back of the chair holding the shape of a moment that won’t return I saw someone who walked like you and for a second I believed in mistakes there’s a space at the table that keeps asking questions no one answers we made plans that never learned how to end they just stopped I talk to you in passing thoughts like you’re late, not gone the city keeps moving but it tripped over your absence and never noticed I remember the sound of your voice more than what you said time keeps stacking days on top of you like it’s trying to bury the truth but some nights you come back in pieces in songs, in smells, in half-formed dreams and I wake up holding nothing except the echo of who we were
