Trace

The room forgot your voice today

But something brushed my spine

A weightless echo in the dust

Where memory declined

The mirror held no image back

No name beneath the glass

Yet still I turned to speak to you

As if the past could pass

You're not a thought, you're not a shape

You're less than air or sound

But something soft remains of you

That never left the ground

Not love, not grief, not anything

Just trace around the frame

A silence in the outline

Of someone once a name

My hands don't reach for you no more

They drift through other things

But in the fold between two steps

Your shadow sometimes clings

A room can't hold what time forgot

But still it seems to keep

The breath you left beneath the walls

Like something left to sleep

You're not a ghost, you're not a flame

You're not a buried face

You're simply what the silence drew

A never-ending trace

I don't recall the sound you made

I only feel the space