Love Never Left

Your book is lying by my bed, one folded page,
The words you read.
The window's open like before; I almost hear you across the floor.
Your favorite glass is by the sink; I leave it there,
I never think.
The hallway light is burning low,
Like it still waits for you to show.
Little things bring you back, little things.
That's all I have.
Your little ways still live with me.
Love never left; it changed quietly.