You said it was nothing
just memories passing by.
But your eyes still flicker at the sound of his name,
and I know
some things carve deeper
even if they don’t stay long.

I kept the questions tucked beneath my tongue,
because love, they say, needs room to trust.
But that room grew emptier each day,
and still I stood
waiting for something
that had long since gone.

You still greet me kindly,
with the voice that once felt like home.
But now, it echoes
a sound in a heart
you no longer knock upon.

Funny, isn’t it
how someone can remain
without ever truly being there?