Empty Side

Empty… side…

Your pillow’s cold where your head used to be

I still set two mugs when I make coffee

The hallway light stays on like you’ll walk through

I talk to the quiet, pretend it’s you

Clock ticks louder when the room’s this still

Every second says what my heart never will

Empty side of the bed, that’s where you live now

I reach across at 3 AM, but you’re not around

I’ll keep the space till the missing feels right

Empty side… goodnight

Your toothbrush stands like a soldier alone

I scroll through our photos on a cracked phone

The shower runs longer, steam fills the space

I wash off the day but can’t wash your face

I’m okay…

(I’m not…)

Empty side of the bed, learning how to breathe

Sheets still remember the shape of your leave

I’ll fold the pain neat by the morning light

Empty side… goodnight

Empty…

(Still yours…)