The Soul Jazz Era - Between Two Silences

Your side of the bed is colder now; I still leave space like you'll return somehow.
The night is long,
But it feels longer still when every empty room remembers what it used to feel.
I talk to you in passing thoughts,
Like you might hear them where you are.
And every clock in this apartment sounds just like a breaking heart.
We're counting the same seconds, just in different skies.
I'll miss you in the quiet, between every word I say.
In the places no one notices,
Where you never really went away.
I miss you like a habit that I cannot break or lose.