Dust on the table,
Coffee ring still warm.
Curtains breathe gently,
Like they remember your form.
Keys by the door, untouched and still—
Like time just bent against your will.
Someone was here, I feel the air,
Still wearing traces of your stare.
Like perfume caught on my old coat,
A name I whisper, never wrote.
You're gone, but not quite disappeared—
Someone, someone was here.
Books on the shelf,
Folded at your page.
The clock still ticks,
But skips where we aged.
The light falls soft like things unsaid,
A ghost of all the words you left.
Someone was here, I feel the air,
Still wearing traces of your stare.
Like perfume caught on my old coat,
A name I whisper, never wrote.
You're gone, but not quite disappeared—
Someone, someone was here.
I won’t erase the dent you made,
Or fix the records you replayed.
Let the silence hum your tune,
Let the room remember you.
Someone was here, the room still knows,
You touched it all, then let it go.
You’re a shadow in the chandelier—
Not here, but oh… someone was here.