When You're Not Here Poem by WIN VENTURA

The room still holds your scent, your trace,
But feels so empty in your place.
The walls recall your whispered tone,
Yet somehow manage to feel alone.

The night pours shadows on the floor,
The silence echoes more and more.
The bed forgets the warmth we knew,
The air, too quiet without you.

The coffee cools before it's sipped,
The day feels slightly incomplete.
Even laughter wears your name,
And time moves slower, not the same.

No storm, no cry, no bitter end—
Just quiet hours that never bend.
And though no words are ever said,
It's in the stillness that hearts are read.

So much is missed without a sound—
A gaze, a touch, the way you frown.
And though the world keeps turning near...
It dims a little—when you're not here.

✍🏽 By: - WIN VENTURA