He is still here

He is still here

In your words and distant stares

The marks upon the wall

The clothes behind the wardrobe door

He still resides deep inside

On your conscience 

Diminished at times 

But raging as a storm when night can fall

He still exists

In the space left behind

In the still and tranquil air unmoved by grasping hope

In picture frames in different times

Now beyond finger tips

And soothing words

He left in agitated haste

To pace the closing conspiracy of streets 

And days later the malignant confusion left too

The house sighed a deep release 

And you sat and felt fatigue

And guilt and pained relief 

On good days the air sits still 

And breath is easy 

Heart in rhythmic measure

Somatic ease and grace

But days are disobedient 

And strength and firm self-belief can fade

And you hide 

Waiting for the tide to breach

He is still here

In your dreams 

He is still here

In your heart

He is still here 

Because you bore his pain

And comforted his soul