Still Writing

yeah… another one… still writing… still writing… (still here…)

I write on Sundays just to tell you how it goes (how it goes…)

small things only, nothing you don’t already know

thought you’d read it, thought you’d laugh at half of it (you used to…)

I leave the bottom open like you’re still part of it (still part of it…)

you never did… but I still do

you never did… but I still do (why do I still do?)

I’m still writing, still writing (still writing…)

pages full of what you never saw

I keep thinking maybe you’re reading, maybe you’re not

I don’t know, I don’t know anymore (no more…)

but I still write like you are

I still write like you are

one at a time so it doesn’t feel too loud (too loud…)

like maybe silence is easier if it’s proud

I wonder if they even reach your side of things (do they reach you?)

or if they stop somewhere between us and everything (everything…)

maybe you stopped reading them, maybe you just can’t (can’t…)

maybe I missed the moment it all changed

I keep turning it over like I’ll find the day

it slipped away

or maybe I’m the only one still here (still here…)

still here, still here

I’m still writing, still writing (still writing…)

like nothing ever really moved

drawer full of words you never answered

still waiting on a truth I never knew (never knew…)

I keep telling myself it’s normal

maybe you’re just quiet, maybe it’s fine

but I don’t believe that anymore

not this time

I don’t know if you stopped replying (did you stop?)

or if you just can’t (can’t…)

I don’t know which one I’m surviving

so I don’t choose, I don’t choose

maybe I write so I don’t lose you completely

maybe that’s all this is

still here… still here… still here…

still writing… still writing…

I’m still writing, still writing (still writing…)

even if no one reads it now

even if silence says your name too loud

I don’t know how to stop somehow

I still write like you are

I still write like you are

yeah… another one… still writing… still writing… (please…)