Silent Rooms

I trace your name in the dust on the window,

The letters fade, but the ache still grows.

Every echo of you in the hallway

Feels like a ghost that only I know.

I play our song, but the keys feel hollow,

Every note is a shadow, a scar I can’t follow.

Silent rooms, they still remember,

Memories of a broken soul,

Every word, every cold December,

Every promise we couldn’t hold.

If love was enough, you’d still be mine,

But I’m just dancing with borrowed time.

I still pour two cups in the morning,

Leave the light on when I go to bed.

But the pillow’s cold and the silence is louder

Than anything you ever said.

I hold my breath when your ghost walks in,

Like maybe this time you’ll stay, but you never did.

Silent rooms, they still remember,

Memories of a broken soul,

Every word, every cold December,

Every promise we couldn’t hold.

If love was enough, you’d still be mine,

But I’m just dancing with borrowed time.

Maybe healing is a cruel disguise,

Learning to live while the heart still dies.

I’ll let you go, but the truth remains —

I’ll never be the same.

Silent rooms, they still remember,

Every tear in the fading ember.

I keep your love where the shadows hide,

But you’re just a ghost on the other side.

If love was enough, you’d still be mine,

But I’m just dancing with borrowed time.

Silent rooms…

Memories of a broken soul…

Still remember…