Absence in the Quiet

Dust settles on the wooden floor The light shifts through the glass I watch the quiet hours turn Breathing in the stillness The lines fade from the map we drew Familiar paths dissolve in grey Only the quiet remains here Footsteps soft on the edge of the room The names we knew blur together A gentle forgetting takes hold The borders blur on the map we held Every landmark drifting away We are just an absence in the quiet now Fading out