The space beside me hums with silence,
where your hand used to drift lightly,
following the map of my leg\'s curve—
a trace of warmth now gone missing.
I sit in the love seat\'s hollow dip,
its arms too wide, too far apart,
and I swear I still feel your kiss
ghosting across my trembling mouth.
What was I saving all of me for?
The years piled high like stacked plates,
a bachelor too long to remember love\'s
fragile rhythm or its quiet demands.
I hope you find the stillness you sought,
a peace carved by your own steady hand.
And maybe I\'ll learn to hold better,
to shape my love around someone\'s need.