And I still feel you everywhere

In the slant of my father's shoulders, the lines of my mother's face

In the patch of sunlight through my window where it's a bit warmer than the rest of the room

In the silences between my words that stretch just a bit too long

In the tinny whine of your headphones in my ears like something borrowed

In the rain that taps on my window like there's a secret to tell

You're everywhere

But you're not with me, not anymore.