I used to think my ending was a distant, quiet shore
A theory I could visit, then step back from once more
All my fear lived in the maybe, in a future I could leave
But yours arrived and made a truth I cannot disbelieve
But yours arrived without a map, no warning I could read
A silence where your voice should be, a sudden, missing need
I waited for the world to shake, for something loud and clear
But everything kept moving like you’d never been here
It didn’t feel like thunder, no great tearing of the sky
Just a room that kept on breathing as you let go of goodbye
I watched the space around you hold the shape you used to fill
And in a single moment, everything went still
Death changes everything, not in ways we choose
My own is just a shadow I can step around and use
But yours is etched in permanence, a line I can’t undo
The world before and after splits with me and you
I saw your body resting there, familiar shape and face
But something small and infinite had vanished from its place
A doll with all your features, every detail just the same
But empty in a way that even language couldn’t name
I tried to make it real somehow, to anchor what was lost
But absence has no edges, no measure, weight, or cost
I didn’t see the moment, I missed your final breath
A part of me keeps doubting the existence of your death
Death changes everything, it rewrites what is true
Turns minutes into miracles when they’re the last with you
All the noise falls silent, all the plans fall through
Nothing matters more than one more moment close to you
Love is not a gentle thing when it has nowhere left to go
It hollows out a space inside and echoes soft and low
I carry you in negatives, in outlines and in air
In all the places shaped like you that nothing else can fill or wear
Death changes everything, it hollows and it stays
Leaves a shape of love that stretches through my days
My own is still a question, far and undefined
But yours lives in the spaces it carved inside my mind
And time goes on it always does
but never quite the same
And I would give all time
for one more evening through
just sitting there, talking slow,
the way we used to do.
