Lyric

Late train humming

Phone screen glow

Your name floating

Then sinking low

You left your scarf

On my old chair

Cotton and perfume

Still in the air

You used to laugh

At my bad takes

Now I rehearse

Every mistake

We drew our names in the steam on the window

Watched them fading while we held on slow

You said "forever" like a quiet echo

I believed every letter of the word

Now I'm tracing empty patterns on the table

Tiny halos made of coffee circles

You were here

Then you turned into a fable

I still talk to the space where you were

You liked your toast

Just on one side

Half-done mornings

You let me slide

We shared a bed

On different days

Same four walls

Two separate ways

We wrote our plans on the back of a menu

Next to doodles only we could read

You circled towns that you wanted to run to

Said you'd take every risk with me

Now the ink has bled into the greasy paper

Crimson lines that I can't restore

You walked out like a quiet elevator

Doors closed

I just stared at the floor

Your jacket hangs

On crooked hooks

Like you're mid-scene

Inside these rooms

The kettle sings

Into the night

I pour one cup

Set yours just right (Oh)

We carved our jokes in the side of the counter

Silly phrases only we would know

You'd tap your ring as a tiny reminder

That you weren't letting go

Now my fingers trace every little engraving

Grooves and grooves where your laughter stayed

Love turned into a language I'm saving

But the meanings keep slipping away

The hallway light

Still flickers twice

Same small glitch

Our private sign

I catch my breath

Each time it blinks

Half of me hoping

It's you

I think

Was it timing

Or just pride

Did we drown

In silent tides

If I called you now

Would your voice sound strange

Or would one hello

Rearrange everything (Hey)

We folded stars from the backs of receipts

Threw them up like they could touch the sky

You said

"If they fall

They'll land on our feet"

Swore we'd learn how to survive

Now those tiny paper wishes are fading

Colors draining in a dusty jar

Still I line them up in careful formations

Like a map back to who we are

We stitched our days into secondhand sweaters

Every thread knew the shape of your hand

You were my always in crooked letters

Written soft where my heart would land

Now I walk through every room a bit slower

Call your name in a hopeful blur

Love is here

But the season is over

And I reach for the space where you were