When you’re not around,
everything feels quieter.
Not sad, just missing a sound
that only you make.
I still go about my days.
Still laugh, still breathe, still try.
But it’s not the same.
None of it feels like mine.
You bring the sunlight with you.
The kind that warms without burning.
You make the silence feel like peace
instead of absence.
With you, I don’t have to try so hard.
With you, I remember who I am.
So if I seem distant,
quiet,
not quite there…
it’s only because you aren’t.
