I wonder If You Know

I wonder if you know how the mornings feel without you, how the light crawls in, hesitant, as if unsure of its welcome. I wonder if you know the sound of your name in an empty room, how it lingers like dust caught in a beam of sun, hanging there, weightless but everywhere. I wonder if you know that the silence between us is louder than words, a space too wide to cross, yet too close to ignore.