"The Space Where You Used to Be" I still set two plates at our table small, Pour coffee in your cup just like before; My hands know the way, though I know it’s all A habit that I can’t bear to ignore. Your jacket hangs still by the bedroom door, Your favorite book sits open on the shelf; I trace your name on pages I once more Read aloud, as if you’re there yourself. I walk our street at dusk when light turns gray, Hoping to see your shadow on the ground; But all I find is cold and empty space, Where your warm hand used to hold around Mine. You said "always" with such gentle grace, Swore we’d face every storm as one; Now I’m left counting every passing day, Still longing to be the one. I talk to you in silence every night, Tell you about the things you’d want to know; The walls absorb my words, dark and tight— No answer comes, no matter how I show How much I need you here, how hard I fight To keep your memory alive and bright. But love can’t bring you back, no matter what I do— I’m just a ghost living in a home we once knew.