the clock is broken / I still count the minutes you took with you / there is a space between seconds / where I reach for you / my hand pulls at air / like I could still feel your skin there / but it’s always empty / the space between us is an echo / it fills the room with nothing / and I am learning to live with nothing / I forget the sound of your voice / but I still hear it sometimes / like a song I never learned the words to / your absence tastes like the first bite of a meal I’m too hungry for / I swallow it whole / but it doesn’t fill me / the floorboards creak under the weight of your ghost / and I wonder how much longer it will be / until I’m not waiting / until I don’t need to hear you say my name again / but today / your name is the only prayer I know / I whisper it like a secret / between breaths / between hours / and in the silence that follows / I wait / and wait / and wait / until waiting is all I remember.