The door clicks shut silence fills the space

The door clicks shut, silence fills the space,

a chill in the air, your scent leaves a trace.

Familiar cologne swirls in the fading light,

it clings to the shadows, like ghosts in the night.

An old hoodie draped where you used to be,

it holds all your warmth, a soft memory.

I breathe in the echoes, a weight that won’t fade,

as I walk through this room, in the love that we made.