The morning after you left me
I lingered too long
in love's haze.
A beautiful lavender shade
spilled across the windows.
I wandered empty spaces
still carrying your outline.
The house remembered you.
The mirrors remembered you.
Even silence
seemed to speak your name.
By nightfall
there were no traces of us left.
Only lavender light
and the strange feeling
that someone had survived
what someone else had lost.
The morning after
you loved me.