The Ghost of Us

​The chair is still there, but the room feels wide,
With all the things we left inside.

The tea went cold, the clock just ticked,
Like a habit that my heart hasn’t kicked.

​I see your shadow in the hallway light,
A trick of the mind in the dead of night.
We didn’t crash, we didn’t burn,
We just became a lesson I didn't want to learn.

​It’s funny how a city of millions can feel,
Like a hollow stage that isn't quite real.
You’re out there breathing, living, and free,

While your memory is staying at home with me.

​The hardest part isn’t the "goodbye" said,
It’s the "good morning" texts that stay unread.

The bridge is broken, the water is deep,
And I have a thousand promises I can't even keep.