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The coat still holds the shape of you - a hollow in the wool,
A scent of rain and burnt pine, like time forgot to cool.
I trace the stitch where the button failed, a thread that fought and frayed,
And breathe the air you left behind - a breath that never stayed.
Your teacup rests with ghost-rings clean, the handle cracked mid-turn,
A map of mornings we both burned, in silence we both learned.
The floorboard creaks your favourite step - three paces to the door -
But no one answers when I call. Just echo. Just the floor.
In your absence, I find my ground,
A silence shaped, a missing sound.
No thunder, no release - just weight I've learned to hold:
All that's gone, but somehow, it's close.
Found your scarf beneath the bed, half-buried in the dark,
Its frayed end curled like sleeping hands, still guarding some last spark.
I wind it slow around my wrist - not warm, but known,
A tether to the aching ghost of someone not at home.
The record skips your favourite line - a voice that cuts, then stalls,
A song we danced to, wrong-footed, bumping bookshelves, bruised the walls.
Now the needle drags and stutters - love caught on a worn groove,
Repeating what can't be repeated, in a room that knows the truth.
In your absence, I find my ground,
A silence shaped, a missing sound.
No thunder, no release - just weight I've learned to hold:
All that's gone, but somehow, it's close.
No wind will carry you back -
No moonlight can unpack
The way your shadow filled the hall,
Or how your absence weighs the wall.
We don't meet beyond the air -
But here, in thread and stair,
In dust we stirred, in breath we stole -
You're not whole. But you're not gone.
The pillow still remembers where your head would fall each night.
The doorframe bears the height you were. The kettle sings your tune.
No ghost. No light. No flight.
Just this:
The world is shaped by you.
And me -
Learning to live in the outline you left behind.
Still shaped...
By you...
Still...