The Day Before Yesterday

The day before yesterday,

I woke 

to a room 

empty of your name.

The air was thick

with the weight 

of unspoken things–

quiet

as the space between breaths,

still 

as the shadows on the wall.

The day before yesterday,

I held 

your absence like a secret,

wondering

if you missed me

or if I was just a ghost 

in your past.

Though I knew

I should let go,

I still caught myself

reaching

for the place

where you used to be.