Lyric

Found your sweater in a cardboard box

Ticket stubs and Polaroid shots

Dust on the frame where your face leans in

Summer on the wall

Cold air on my skin

September letters I never sent

Folded corners

Coffee scent

Every line says “don’t forget”

But you were gone before I read them

September letters on my floor

Scattered like the year before

I keep picking up the same old word

(Yours, yours, yours)

Walk past the field where the team bus parked

Metal bleachers

Breathing in the dark

You said “someday” with your hands in mine

Then waved from the window

Disappearing in the pines

September letters I never sent

Folded corners

Coffee scent

Every line says “don’t forget”

But you were gone before I read them

September letters on my floor

Scattered like the year before

I keep picking up the same old word

How many times can the leaves turn red

Before your name fades in my head

I write you again on the back of a bill

Just your first name

And my heart stands still

September letters I never sent

Folded corners

Coffee scent

Every line says “don’t forget”

And still my hands can’t let them rest yet

September letters on my floor

Scattered like the year before

I keep tracing over one small word

(Yours, still yours)