The room remembers every whisper of your name, Faded photographs like embers in the rain. I trace the lines you left upon my skin, Hollow echoes where the light begins. Your coffee cup, your crooked smile, a chair that still keeps time, I talk to empty rooms like they might answer back this time.
And every promise we buried in the dark Still aches like thunder in a broken heart. I count the hours like teeth pulled from my mouth, All the words I swallowed, all the roads we walked out.
Hold me in the silence, where the world forgets to breathe, Let the midnight cradle all the grief we couldn’t keep. Tear the sky in two and let the sorrow fall like rain If loving you is dying, let me die again.
Your laughter haunts the corners of the day, A distant lighthouse guiding me away. I keep the pieces of the life we almost made, Like fragile bones of hope that never stayed. The calendar still shows the day you left like a wound, I press my palm against the glass and watch the afternoon.
I watch the seasons steal the color from your face, Counting constellations of the empty space. The clock still holds your shadow in the rooms we used to roam, And every street is foreign now because you’re not at home.
There’s a river under my ribs, it carries every prayer, I throw my hands into its current, find you waiting there. Your name becomes a hymn that trembles on my tongue, A worn-out lullaby for two whose song is done. I speak in crumbs of memory, in whispers and in pleas, Tracing fingerprints on glass that fog from evening breeze.
I steal your light in secret every corner, every flame, Dress the night with all the stories that still whisper your name. If time could be an armor, if time could be a friend, I’d stitch our busted angels back together in the end. But sorrow is a fortress and grief is a long knife, And every step I take toward dawn is heavy with your life.
Hold me in the silence, where the world forgets to breathe, Let the midnight cradle all the grief we couldn’t keep. Tear the sky in two and let the sorrow fall like rain If loving you is dying, let me die again.
I keep a secret altar made of postcards, keys, and wine, I speak aloud to midnight just to make your heartbeat mine. Forgive me for the small things, forgive me for the fear, Forgive me for the mornings when I wake and you’re not here.
Hold me in the silence, where the world forgets to breathe, Let the midnight cradle all the grief we couldn’t keep. Tear the sky in two and let the sorrow fall like rain If loving you is dying, let me die again. Hold the memory like embers pressed against the bone, Let us burn slow and honest, let us burn until we’re gone.
Stay with me in shadow, where the broken learn to mend, I’ll keep a candle burning for the ghost of what we’ve been. And if the morning finds me bowed beneath a sky of grey, Know I kept every heartbeat that you gave away.
Hold the memory like embers pressed against the bone Let us burn slow and honest, let us burn until we’re gone
Heathen_AJ
