Echoes of You

Well, you left your coffee cup in my sink

Like a monument to giving up, don’t you think?

I can’t wash it away, those stains never fade

You’re in the echoes, every note I played

There’s a postcard pinned to my wall,

The one you wrote when we were small—

“See you this summer, or maybe next year,”

But I’m tracing outlines through a windshield smeared

I remember your laugh as it drifted on air,

Like a kite caught in branches we never shared

Now I read the script of our tangled scenes,

Where we played the leads in unraveling dreams

Your sweater still clings to the back of the chair,

Fraying like secrets we never laid bare

Oh love, what a strange affair,

We’re just ghosts in a house built with thin, quiet despair

You were the fire that warmed my cold room,

Now I sift through the ashes, while shadows bloom

The bicycle rusts by the path we would roam,

Where laughter once lived, now silence feels home

It’s echoes and dust, and the draft through the door—

A museum of moments that don’t live here anymore

You juggled your burdens like stones in your palms,

I sang my regrets like off-key psalms

And sometimes I wonder, was it ever enough?

Or just puzzle-piece love that never quite stuck

Oh love, what a strange affair,

We’re just ghosts in a house built with thin, quiet despair

You were the fire that warmed my cold room,

Now I sift through the ashes, while shadows bloom

So here’s to the nights we danced through the wreck,

The missteps, the maybes, the love on the deck

When the world was a stage, and we played it unsure,

Lost in the laughter we couldn’t secure

I shake out the dust from your old winter coat,

Hum something soft in a half-finished note

And let your coffee cup quietly stay—

A relic of love that just won’t fade away