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Streetlight hums low on the empty corner
Coffee gone cold in the same chipped cup
Radio whispers a half remembered chorus
No one waits for me to come back up
I am the silence after the door clicks shut
The chair pulled out but never filled
The second plate left on the shelf
The name unspoken on the hill
Train passes by at three AM again
Windows glow like distant constellations
I count the steps from door to window pane
One two three four no destination
I am the silence after the door clicks shut
The chair pulled out but never filled
The second plate left on the shelf
The name unspoken on the hill
You ask if I feel it too that hollow tune
That fits just right inside the afternoon
Not broken just bent around the light
Not missing just holding space tonight
I am the silence after the door clicks shut
The chair pulled out but never filled
The second plate left on the shelf
The name unspoken on the hill