This room once held your quiet laugh
Now it just echoes photographs
Your sweater still hangs by the door
Like you're not here, but nothing’s more
I tiptoe past what used to be
Afraid to wake your memory
An echoless room, but full of you
The kind of silence I can't undo
No final words, no slamming sound
Just quiet where love once was found
Midnight hum, and I still trace
Your outline in this hollow place
No noise, no cry, no fall, no bloom
Just me and this echoless room