You re not around

Cold steam above the mug stands still,
Sugar spilled — like chalk, so white and chill.
An empty room, it haunts me here,
Within four walls, so close, so dear.


I hear your steps along the corridor,
A shadow glides across the wall once more,
The window creaks, a sigh, a sore,
Cigarette smoke — ashes in my soul,
While coffee grows cold, in silence, slow.

You’re not here,
Just the creak of shadows near,
And your voice inside my ear,
In the cooled-down coffee clear.
Shadows dance, their colours disappear,
Night’s silence deafens, loud and drear.


On the shelves, your things remain,
Your steps — or just the drafts again?
Rainbow dreams beneath a blanket stay,
Silence’s echo fades away.

You’re not here,
Just the creak of shadows near,
And your voice inside my ear,
In the cooled-down coffee clear.
Shadows dance, their colours disappear,
Night’s silence deafens, loud and drear.


Cooled coffee sits upon the table,
Every corner knows your name, is able
To remind me — you were here before,
Silence poisons, can’t take it anymore.
This memory — I don’t need it, no,
Let it go, I’ve got to let it go.

You’re not here,
Just the creak of shadows near,
And your voice inside my ear,
In the cooled-down coffee clear.
Shadows dance, their colours disappear,
Night’s silence deafens, loud and drear.