A Year

I used to feel you in the air,
in little signs, in everywhere.
A song, a breeze, the way light bent –
it felt like more than accident.

But now it’s quiet, still and bare,
like you were never even there.
No whispers, no trace, no sign –
just empty space without your smile.

I thought I’d miss you, ache and turn,
but now there’s nothing in return.
No voice, no touch, no silent call –
just the strangest loss of all.

Not pain, not peace, not even fear,
what’s left, the knowing you are not here.
And wondering if time will show
where love like this is meant to go.