DJ Bobojon — Quiet Room

Mug on the table, gone cold like the day
Cold on the chair, you walked away
One missing toothbrush, one empty frame
Your side of the mattress still says your name
I'm alone in this quiet room, loud heart
Every echo pulls me apart
I'm alone, counting every crack in the dark
Tracing where you used to start
I'm alone
Text on my phone, drafted never sent