The quiet speaks too well tonight  
In corners once filled with light  

Your voice still sits in the chair  
Like it forgot you’re not there  
The coffee's cold, your book half-read  
Even your silence still has tread  
We ended soft, not torn  
But absence still feels worn  
You're where the words were  
A line I still prefer  
You haunt in gentle ways  
Like footsteps that won’t stay  
You’re not gone like storms or fire  
Just gone without desire  
I still pour two out of thought  
Then drink what silence brought  
The echo of your leaving sound  
Rings when no one's around  
I don’t replay the fight  
I just miss your quiet light  
You're where the words were  
A line I still prefer  
You haunt in gentle ways  
Like footsteps that won’t stay  
Some things don’t end, they blur  
You are where the words were