Imprint

it happens in the quiet moments
when the world forgets to be loud
and my thoughts have space to wander
that’s when I feel it most
the shape of you
still carved into my days
a laugh I can almost hear
the ghost of a conversation
we never finished
missing you isn’t a sharp pain
it’s much softer
like the ache of a song
that ends too soon
or the warmth left in a room
you just stepped out of
it lingers and waits
it reminds me that absence
isn’t always empty
but sometimes
it’s filled with everything that mattered

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