Spaces Left Behind Left Bare

You left the chair, but not the room, The silence clings, a flower in bloom. The kettle waits muted, cold and dry, Empty spaces haunt me as I go by. No space is bare, if love stayed there, Your breath floats in scented air. Your shadow clings to every chair. No space is bare - if love stayed there. Your love shapes what’s left behind. It pulls the door, draws the blind. The cup you left, is still steaming. Pictures on walls are still dreaming. Your laughter still rings in all my rooms Strumming our much-loved songs and tunes. Fire’s died back to glowing ember coals, Stoking the flames of everlasting souls. You're gone, but you're carved in stone. In every space you've left here alone. The room still whispers your name. Scrawled on every timber plank and frame. One book alone, sags into space meant for two, Your fingerprints trace the vital clue, That I long to be - back with you. Your space is here, when you break-through. No space is bare, if love stayed there, Your breath floats in scented air. Your shadow clings to every chair. No space is bare - if love stayed there! No space is bare - if love stayed there!