Halcyon

we, the silent witnesses

You'd think only the two of you hold the story—
But we saw it too.
We, the quiet things, the ordinary keepers,
We, the silent witnesses to the polished silence.

The paint that chipped with every quarrel.
The table that tasted every fiery argument.
The pillow that swallowed painful sobs.
The clock that counted the desperate missed calls.
The floorboard that memorised the final footsteps.
The chair that learned to wait and wait.
The photo frame that froze happiness mid-laugh.
The coffee-stained cups that clung to lipstick ghosts.
The mug that rimmed with dire contemplations.
The quilt that held a haunting warmth.

The hinges that heard, the diary that kept,
The dust that saw, the handle that felt.

We saw everything, and when you left, we stayed—
holding the heartbeat you presumed you buried,
breathing your love like a ghost that will not quiet.

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