Where Have You Gone
Your shadow lingers in the amber dawn,
Pressed on the bedroom wall, stretched thin
and drawn.Empty sheets still cool from the night before,
A hollow on the mattress, absence settled at the core.I reach into that space,
hands slow, half-awake—As if fingers might pull you from air for memory’s
sake.The kitchen hums with your absence, every sound falls flat,
A coffee cooling untouched, your laughter where I want it,
but it’s not coming back.Half a greeting slips from my mouth,
then vanishes in the light,
The silence gentle but tearing,
unraveling all that once felt right.Rooms become haunted with echoes,
their strangeness stitched to grief,
The weight of your dreams, now lost, becomes the only thief.
Where have you gone?Do you drift in the hush between each trembling heartbeat,Moving with dust above lamplight, just beyond my reach?Where have you
gone?Are you lost in stories unfinished,
on pages that wait for your hand,Or breathing somewhere bright
where I cannot stand?Where have you gone?
Hallways echo with memory, footsteps too fragile to last,
I wander this labyrinth, searching each shadow for the shape of our
past.Photos on mantles, notes in your hand—every relic a map without end,
Each clue to your presence dissolves as I try to pretend.I
would trade every sunrise, every tomorrow left to unfold,
For a careless hour to see your eyes reflecting secrets untold.But the
world spins through empty constellations, sky blurred by unshed tears,
Stars fade, nights lengthen—still I search, hoping you’ll reappear.
Where have you gone?Are you hiding in the pause,
the faint tremor of my veins,Lifted
like mist in the gold rain?Where have you gone?Are you written in the chapters I’ll never
read again,Or carried into sunlight
where memory cannot remain?Where have you gone?
Grief is the tongue in a room built for two,
Now every sentence shatters, every vowel aches for you.The world tilts forward,
ruthless, immense,
But my heart remains anchored on the wrong side of the
fence.Your absence becomes the weather, a language of lost,
Every syllable spent, every line paid in cost.
Where have you gone?Are you woven in the daylight,
scattered in the trembling rain,A flicker at the window,
or a whisper in my pain?Where have you gone?Will I ever find you waiting,
in the hush before the dawn,Or pressed against the glass,
reminding me I’m not alone?If love is only a window,
I will stay until you pass—If only to hear,
in the gentlest breath at last:I was never truly
gone—Just waiting on the other side .. for you.