After you

In your memories, I stand around,
No one asks why I still look down.
The sky is stained in gold and brown,
Your voice still echoes all around.

Everything I see reminds me of you,
Every color, every shade, each hue.
Crowded rooms still feel half-empty,
Silence speaks where words can't be.

If missing you is a quiet art,
Then, my darling, I've mastered it by heart.
You don't haunt me, I let you stay,
In little things, in light, in gray.

Not everything lost is meant to leave,
Some memories are how we breathe.