Still Here Where You Left Me

Room still smells like your perfume. Even though you've been gone for weeks.

I talk to shadows in the corner, like they might talk back to

me. Your sweater's hanging by the doorway. I swear it moves when I

walk by. I keep pretending I don't notice how everything still smells like goodbye.

I keep my phone face down at night. Like that might

make it hurt less. I'm still here where you left me.

Counting cracks in the ceiling. Every song feels unfinished. Every thought's got

your name in it. You moved on, I stay broken. Said I'd be