The Things We Left Behind

The Things We Left Behind

I walked into that quiet room,
Where laughter once would chase the gloom.
The clock still ticks, the light still shines,
But nothing feels like it once was mine.

Your coat still hangs, your cup’s still near,
The silence speaks — I wish you were here.
I talk to shadows on the wall,
I still remember it all.

These are the things we left behind,
Photos, songs, and ties that bind.
A favorite book, a worn-out chair,
Little pieces of you everywhere.
Though you're not here, you're not confined—
You live in the things we left behind.

I hear your voice in a passing song,
It takes me where we both belonged.
The world has changed, but not my view,
Each path I take still leads to you.

The seasons shift, but love stands still,
You’re part of me—you always will.
No matter where this life may wind,
You're etched in everything I find.

These are the things we left behind,
Tears and smiles in frames of time.
A heart that beats to what we knew,
A soul that always runs to you.
Though I move on, you're intertwined—
Forever in the things we left behind.

Yes, forever…
In the things we left behind.