The air hangs heavy where we used to breathe,

A quiet hum beneath the autumn leaves.

Fingers trace the lines we drew in the sand,

But the waves have taken what we couldn’t withstand.

And I’m chasing shadows, calling your name,

A ghost in the morning, lost in the rain.

But I’ll hold the saddnes, let them collide,

Falling through the spaces where you used to hide.

The silence speaks louder than words ever could,

In the stillness, I find what we misunderstood.

The sky wears the colors of what we let go,

Fading softly, like embers in the snow.

The world keeps turning, but I’m standing still,

On the edge of a memory, against my will.

And I’m chasing shadows, calling your name,

A ghost in the morning, lost in the rain.

But I’ll hold the saddnes, let them collide,

Falling through the spaces where you used to hide.

The silence speaks louder than words ever could,

In the stillness, I find what we misunderstood.

If time was a river, I’d swim upstream,

Back to the moment we lived the dream.

But the tide pulls me further, away from your shore,

And I’m left with a whisper, nothing more.

So I’ll keep the saddnes, though they fade with the night,

Carrying pieces of you in the pale moonlight.

And maybe in stillness, I’ll learn to let go,

Of the love we once had, that I’ll always know