Lyric

At the seam of winter

A market awning leaked gold

Into my coat

Where your name stayed warm

A train of paper moons

Floated above wet stones

And every one

Pointed back to loss

The night kept its distance

Like a shy animal

Circling the hands

That wanted to hold

Still, the air learned

The shape of a promise

And folded it slow

Against my heart

Moonjar letter, keep the ache

Sweet and bitter in one shake

Hold the light while it breaks

Hold the light while it breaks

Moonjar letter, carry me

Past the salt and back to sea

If the ending has to sting

Let the hurt still sing

Spring came in shy

With apricots on the cart

And every lane

Smelled like almost-love

A spoon in the sink

Kept the afternoon thin

As if the house

Was listening for steps

The same old shadow

Leaned against the doorway

But the air around it

Grew soft and brave

So the small things mattered

A coat on the chair

A half-read note

A cup gone cool

When the jar turns in my palm

It sounds like rain under glass

One bright shard, one bruise

One bright shard, one bruise

When the jar turns in my palm

The heart remembers the past

Even now, even then

Love was a cut of light

If mornings come blank

And the table feels bare

Let the quiet keep

A place for the lost

Not every bloom stays

Not every vow returns

Still the root knows

How to reach for warmth

Moonjar letter, don't look away

Let the sweet and bitter stay

Let the hurt have its say

Let the hurt have its say

Moonjar letter, mine to keep

Worn at the edge, almost deep

If love must leave a scar

Let it shine like a star