I fold the quilt where you used to lie
The shape of you still lingers when I sigh
Coffee’s cold but your laugh feels near
Like a song I forgot but still hear
Time moved on, but I stay slow
Still tracing footprints only I know
You're a whisper down the hallway
That never quite fades away
You're still in the room when the night is quiet
Still in the breeze when the curtains fly
You're a ghost in the gold of the morning light
Not mine, but not goodbye
I wear the shirt you left in spring
Faded soft, like everything
Can't hold back what slips between
What was real and what still seems
Time moved on, but I breathe slow
Still hear your hum in the stereo
You're the hush between the thunder
The silence I still wander
You're still in the room when the night is quiet
Still in the rain on a neon sign
You're the page I never turned to write
Not mine, but not goodbye
And maybe love is just a place
We visit when we need some grace
You’re not here, but somehow stay
In corners where light loves to fade
You're still in the room…
Still in the room
Even if I’ve moved on
You never really gone