This is inspire by "Cry" of CAS

Your voice still lingers in my sheets,
low and trembling like a song
played too softly to survive the night.
I close my eyes and pretend
you’re still here,
pretend this ache has a name
other than yours.

The room smells like yesterday,
like the ghost of your hands on my waist,
like promises whispered
but never anchored.
I let the silence hold me
the way you used to,
almost enough,
never fully.

I think about the way you looked at me
like you were already leaving,
like loving me hurt
but not loving me would hurt more.
So we stayed,
breaking quietly,
together.

If I cry, it’s not loud.
It’s the kind of cry that seeps into pillows,
into late-night playlists,
into every place
you once existed in me.
The kind of cry that knows
you’re not coming back
but still waits.

I loved you
in lowercase letters,
in dim lights,
in moments meant to fade.
And even now,
when the song ends,
my heart keeps playing you
on repeat.