Lyric

Your shadow fits

Inside my stride

Dust drifts slow in a shop that forgets the day

One pair of trousers sways like it remembers breath

Creases hold the posture of someone I never knew

A season buried deep in the seams still carries heat

A trembling name stitched beneath the waistband

Shivers with echoes of steps I cannot see

Touching the thread pulls a distant room toward me

As if a quiet life exhaled through the cloth

Your shadow fits

Inside my stride

On the stairs the fabric lags a moment behind

A delay shaped exactly like your old walking habit

Slowly that habit folds into my own

Two rhythms meeting on a single line of thread

My weight rewrites the angles you once left

Your motions soften into my moving now

Someday when someone else inherits this stitch

Our layered traces will lean gently into their limbs

Your shadow fits

Inside my stride

In the small sway at the hem’s quiet edge

Paths you never took rustle themselves awake

Each step I make reshapes your fading tremor

Teaching the cloth a future it has yet to hold

Your shadow fits

Inside my stride

And the lives we left

Will guide someone’s breath in time

Your shadow fits

Inside my stride