The Empty Space You Left Behind

The coffee's getting cold on the counter. The same spot where you used

to sit and smile. I haven't moved your jacket from the hallway.

I'm still pretending you're just gone for a while. The silence here is louder than

a thunder. It echoes every word we never said. I'm picking up

the pieces of a promise that's hanging by a single broken thread.

And I try to find a reason to be angry. But all I

find are reasons to stay sad. Is it better to have loved and lost it

all? Or to never know the magic that we had? Now,