Gone

I traced your name in silver breath on glass,

A dying warmth that never meant to last.

It slipped away like secrets turned to sleep,

Now quiet air still echoes when I breath.

In every crack, your shadow lingers deep,

A fading mark I never got to keep.

Erase me, the mark you never meant to keep.

Paint me over, the stains stuck upon the wall,

Seal me away, seal the cracks too deep beneath.

Chisel me out, I was never meant to be carved underneath.

I traced your form in veins of brittle frost,

A fleeting shape already turning lost.

Each words we spoke dissolved before it grew,

Now silence gnaws the space that once was you.

Your voice remains where time begins to break,

A quiet wound I never could forsake.

Erase me, the mark you never meant to keep.

Paint me over, the stains stuck upon the wall,

Seal me away, seal the cracks too deep beneath.

Chisel me out, I was never meant to be carved underneath.

(Instrumental / low spoken)

Let it fade…

Let it fall…

No trace… no form at all…

If love was stone we borrowed from the grave,

Let time unmake the form I tried to save.

Let storms devour every trace of me,

Till even ghosts forget my memory.

Trace me… trace me… in your sleep…

Let me fade where you still keep…

Erase me… tenderly…

Or remember what I used to be…