The Seat Beside The Window Poem by Arizona mota

I set the table for two today,
A habit my hands refuse to break,
Before I remember you've gone away,
And the breath in my chest begins to ache.
The silence here is a heavy cloak,
It muffles the sound of the falling rain,
It speaks in the words that we never spoke,
And carves your name in a vein of pain.
I look for your ghost in the morning light,
When the sun dares to shine on a world turned gray,
I reach for your warmth in the cold of night,
And curse the darkness that took you away.
If love could have kept you, you'd never have died,
If tears could have brought you back to my side,
The ocean would overflow its shore,
And bring you home to my open door.
The hardest part is the way I forget,
For a fleeting second, that you are gone,
I turn to tell you, and find you not yet—
A breaking heart that keeps beating on.
You are the shadow in every room,
The phantom touch upon my hand,
A lingering scent of winter bloom,
In a desolate, ruined land.
So take the love that I cannot give,
And hold it fast on the other side,
I'll learn to exist, but not to live,
With my soul broken open, hollow, and wide.
Sleep well, my darling, in quiet rest,
Though my world is shattered by your flight,
I'll carry you here, deep in my breast,
Until I join you in the night.