Your Name

I think of you with every passing day,

your laugh still echoes,

even if you've gone away.

The smoke,

The warmth,

the comfort of your face,

the way you made my world a safer place.

In crowded rooms I search but never find,

the piece of home you left behind in my mind. 

Each store I walk through whispers what we lost,

each trinket tallying up the cost. 

I miss the nights when silence was not cold,

when every word was something I could hold.

Your gentle snore,

the way you filled the air,

a love so deep it lived everywhere.

I miss the ease of telling you my truth,

the laughter that could pull me back to youth.

I wrote for you,

those poems,

fragile,

small,

I should have left them taped upon your wall. 

I've tried to lose you in the work I do,

in endless hours,

in faces that are not you.

But every effort only pulls me near,

the past repeats,

and you appear. 

I kept the photos,

clothes,

and videos too,

because I never learned to part from you. 

Though I know the wiser path is clear,

my heart stays tangled,

still,

trapped here. 

So may you live with joy I could not give,

may love surround you every day you live. 

May friends fill your nights with fire,

may every dream you chase lift you higher.

If the world should circle back again,

if time decides to heal what might have been,

then maybe older,

braver,

we will find,

a second chance,

with gentler hearts aligned.

Until that day,

my love remains the same.

It lingers softly,

always on your name.