Cold Marble Dreams

The room still breathes your absence
Every corner aches with the dust of your voice
The walls remember
The warmth you left behind now cold marble

I wander among the relics of your touch
Hands trembling over objects you once held
Each of them a tombstone in my mind
Each one a wound that never closes

Where your shadow sleeps, I fall apart
I speak to the air, and it does not answer
Your name burns in my throat
But silence swallows every syllable

I keep hearing your footsteps at night
But they vanish before I can turn
The door remains half-open
Like the day you left it

A perfume lingers, weak, fragile
Carried by the wind of a memory
I chase it, desperate
Only to grasp nothingness in my bleeding palms

Heavenly corruption stole you from me
If there is a hell, I hope it breaks
For I would burn eternity
Just to hear your voice again

Where your shadow sleeps, I lie beside it
Waiting for the darkness to bring you back
But dawn always comes
And you are still gone