My steps still echo where you stood,
This street remembers more than it should.
Your scent, your sigh, your broken tunes—
They linger with the afternoon.
You’re a trace in my song,
Faded but never gone.
In the hush of night,
I feel you holding on.
Corner seat where we used to meet,
Same breeze, same beat, incomplete.
I smile like nothing’s wrong,
But I’m humming your favorite song.