Each night the stars return, but not your face,
The silence pools where laughter used to be.
I wander hallways time cannot erase.
The moonlight spills its yearning through this space,
A hush of longing will not set me free.
Each night the stars return, but not your face.
I touch your books, your pillow, the empty vase,
Their shadows hold a stubborn memory.
I wander hallways time cannot erase.
Old songs drift in then vanish without a trace,
Yet every refrain stirs the loss in me.
Each night the stars return, but not your face.
I set the table, keep your favorite place,
Pretend the door might open quietly.
I wander hallways time cannot erase.
There is no dawn when longing leaves no trace,
No morning bright enough for me to see.
Each night the stars return, but not your face.
I wander hallways time cannot erase.
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Let your becoming be louder than your fear, and your smallest steps become the road you once thought impossible to walk. An Appalachian poet and cookbook author my book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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