When you left it was like a whisper that I faintly heard.
I caught the smallest glimpse of you
as you flew away.
I never tried to seek you out , I never tried to pull you back in.
I started sleeping on your side of the bed. Somehow it seemed the right thing
to do. I filled up the space where you once belonged. I filled it with my being
that is like a whisper that I faintly hear.
