Where Love Left Its Light On

A memory that breathes. It speaks to the spaces we still carry people we loved and lost.

Some mornings still feel like you,
like warmth I didn’t deserve but couldn’t let go.
Memories linger somewhere behind the silence,
like a thread I never untangled.

Some nights, I wake
and it’s like you just left the room.
Like your laugh is still hanging in the air,
and my chest forgets it’s empty.
I dream of rooms you still live in.
I don’t see your face,
but I wake full of you,
like love left its light on.

Some silences still hum with what we never said.
And sometimes I still feel the ghost of your hand in mine.

In some timeline,
I said what I meant before it was too late.
I showed up. I stayed.
I fought for you the way you deserved.
And you never had to wonder if I still loved you.

Some part of me still waits—
not here, not now,
but somewhere
our love still lives.