I Wait Where You Left Me

I still sit by the window,

where the light used to shine in your smile.

The cup of tea gets cold,

just like your voice in my memory.

I thought time could heal,

but some wounds don’t close.

They just learn how to hide

behind quiet smiles and busy days.

You said goodbye like it was easy,

like I’d never be the same again—

and maybe you were right,

because I’m not.

I talk to your silence now,

every night before I sleep.

Your name is the prayer I whisper

even when I try not to believe.

Some nights, I wonder if you feel it—

the ache that wraps itself around my chest.

Some days, I almost message you,

just to say “I’m still here.”

But I don’t.

Because the truth is...

I wait where you left me,

and you’re not coming back.