Lyric

Found your sweater in my suitcase

Smelled like coffee and late trains

Ticket stubs inside the pocket

All our almost-yesterdays

We were two soft summer promises

Written small on a paper cup

I keep tracing all the letters

Though the ink has given up

Love that tasted like a sunrise

Now it lingers

Hard to drink

You and I

We’re still a story

Like paper rings in the sink

You forgot your chipped old mug here

Lipstick ghost along the rim

I still pour a second portion

Out of habit

On a whim

We were tangled on the tightrope

Laughing high above the ground

Every joke a little armor

Every secret turning loud

Love that fit us like a sweater

Worn and fraying at the seam

You and I

We’re still a maybe

I wake up inside that dream

Your key’s sleeping by the doorway

On that nail we never named

Sometimes I still hear you whistling

Down the hallway

Just the same

We were dancing in the kitchen

Socks and soap across the floor

You would spin me to the window

Say

“Look how we need nothing more”

Love that flickered like a candle

Wax that climbed across our hands

You and I

We’re melted moments

Hardened into quiet plans

Tried to write you just one sentence

Every version felt too small

So I folded up the pages

Built a fragile paper wall

If I see you on that corner

Wearing Sunday

Saying “hey”

Will we talk about the weather

Or how we both walked away?

I would hold my breath a moment

Let the silence choose our part

Every word we never managed

Still camped out inside my heart

We were leaning on a future

We were building in the dark

Hands were steady

Lights were flickering

Still I memorized the marks

Love that colors every memory

Soft and sharp in equal hue

You and I

We’re always somewhere

Halfway gone and halfway true