Nothing Missing

You took the coat But left the cold. The floor still creaks where we lost Hold. The mirror fog, Your face still stays. I wipe it clean, It fades in haze. Half the bed, half the name. Half the fire, none of the flame. No loud goodbye, no final breath. Just quiet hands that wrote our death. Half the bed, half the name. Half the fire, none of the flame. No loud goodbye, no final breath. Just quiet hands that wrote our death. The lamps still hum, Your books still lean. But all I hear Is what has been. The mirror fog, Your face still stays. I wipe it clean, It fades in haze. Half the bed, half the name. Half the fire, none of the flame. No loud goodbye, no final breath. Just quiet hands that wrote our death. Half the bed, half the name. Half the fire, none of the flame. No loud goodbye, no final breath. Just quiet hands that wrote our death.