You left before the tea turned cold
But somehow, the light refused to fold
Your seat still leans just slightly left
As if you whispered something kept
The light stayed longer than it should
Like it knew you'd come if it could
Even shadows missed your name
And waited till the morning came
Your spoon untouched, your words half-said
Still echo in the things we left
You vanished soft, but so complete
Like leaving pages still half-sweet
I read the space, I read the stay
Where you once paused, then walked away