The House Grew Quiet

He said forever softly, Like it couldn't fade away. We built our life in little things, In ordinary days. One night love turned into distance, A suitcase by the door. He didn't slam it when he left. He just wasn't mine anymore. Our son grew tall and found his world. A ring upon his hand. I let him go with trembling pride. That's when the silence began. That's when the silence began. My boy once fit inside my arms. Now he's a father too. He built the life I prayed he'd have. It just don't need me like it used to. My wife sleeps under quiet stone. I still whisper her name at night. My daughter calls when she can, But her world is out of sight. And the house grew quiet. After they were gone. After Not from anger. Not Not from blame. Not from blame. Just life moving on. We gave them all the love we had. Watched them chase the sun. No one tells you how it feels. When your work is done. I set the table out of habit. Two plates instead of one. Love doesn't die when someone leaves. It lingers when they're gone. I keep the fires like burning low. Like Though no one's at the gate. Oh, that learns to live with echoes and Hearts that learn to wait. And the house grew quiet. Grew quiet. After they were gone. After Not from shame or bitterness. Just seasons moving on. If loving means releasing. Then we love them well. Then we love them Though when the lights go Out at night. When night. The quiet's hard To tell. The quiet's hard to tell.