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
But you're not with me, not anymore.