The Place You Left

You left quietly, no final word. Just silence stayed, loud and sharp. I searched skies, found no signs. Only shadows moved, where light once lived. The room feels colder, your laugh missing. Time walks slower in your absence. I still visit the place you left where memories whisper and ghosts speak softly. I hold photos, not your hands. I hear echoes, not your voice. I speak aloud, hoping you hear. But answers never make it back. The air still holds your perfume’s trace. The mirror reflects my lonelier face. Your mug sits still, as if waiting. The door creaks softly I almost believe. Your name still burns beneath my breath. Love doesn’t vanish it just aches quieter. I wear the pain like second skin, familiar now, but never welcome. Still I wait, in love’s ruins, praying for peace, but waking to pain. Not every goodbye comes with closure. Some stay open forever. Some places heal. Some places haunt. And some… never let go.