The Place Your Touch Still Knows

I keep the lights low, like the room is shy,

Like it's saving its breath when the evening arrives.

Your name is a moth on the edge of my mind,

Soft-winged regret that refuses to die.

I fold my day into neat little squares,

Make tea for two-then remember I'm spared.

The quiet is kind in a brutal way,

It doesn't lie to me. It makes me stay.

And I swear I'm okay-then a song goes by,

And the world turns tender, and I don't know why.

Your touch still lives in the seams of my skin,

A ghost of a lover I can't let in.

I'm learning a lovely life alone,

But some nights love feels like a stone.

I breathe in the space where you used to be,

Hold my own heart like a sanctuary.

Loneliness hums in a minor key,

And I sing it softly... so it won't swallow me.

I water the plants by the window pane,

Watching them lean toward a light I can't name.

They don't ask why the seasons hurt-

They just keep reaching through the dirt.

I find little miracles, small and slow:

Fresh sheets, warm sun, how the mornings glow.

Still, every blessing has a shadow stitched-

'Cause I loved you once, and the thread still grips.

If healing is real, it's not a straight line-

It's a door half-open, then closed in time.

Your touch still lives in the seams of my skin,

A ghost of a lover I can't let in.

I'm learning a lovely life alone,

But some nights love feels like a stone.

I breathe in the space where you used to be,

Hold my own heart like a sanctuary.

Loneliness hums in a minor key,

And I sing it softly... so it won't swallow me.

Maybe I miss who I was in your hands,

The girl who believed in forever plans.

Now I speak to the mirror-gentle, sincere:

"Come back to yourself. I'm still here."

So I light a candle for all I outgrew,

For the dreams that broke-but made room for truth.

If love was a ocean that taught me to drown,

Then I'll learn the shore... and lay myself down.

Your touch can stay as a chapter, not a chain,

A faded perfume in the after-rain.

I'm building a lovely life alone,

With soft new roots in my backbone.

I'll breathe in the space where you used to be,

Turn that empty room into poetry.

Loneliness hums, but it won't own me-

I'll sing it to sleep... and set my heart free.