I float between the seconds of your name
Then hesitate where all the echoes fade
A silver thread that pulls me through the dark
Through rooms of thought where all our ghosts were made

Your shadow leans against my open door
And waits unclaimed like shoes beside the bed
I trace your absence on the windowpane
Each breath, a vow I never learned to shed

The sky bends low, a fragile o’erturned glass
It hums with words I never dared to speak
Yet still I stand a lantern in the dawn
And guard the quiet tremor in my cheek

If time dissolves these walls and hidden scars
Let me step through this glass between the stars