[Intro]
Soft rain on windowpanes, a sigh in the dim light
I keep the chair where you last stood, it remembers your height
[Verse 1]
The room is full of echoes of your laughter fading slow
I count the seconds like gray beads, watching the clockwork grow
There’s a chair pulled close to mine, a hollow space where you’d sit
I speak to empty air and I swear your name lingers a little bit
[Pre-Chorus]
If I could reach through the quiet, I’d tell you all I couldn’t say
But the night folds like a letter, sealed and sent away
[Chorus]
I breathe in the memory of you, and exhale the ache of your name
Loneliness has learned my corners, and longing frames my frame
If love is a lighthouse, it’s far on a shoreline I can’t reach, I’m to blame
For staying here where your shadow still whispers your flame
[Verse 2]
The kettle sings a gentle mercy, a ritual I repeat alone
I pour you into the mug again, though only steam answers back on its own
I sift through mornings that wore your absence like a tide
Counting the breaths between heartbeats, hoping you might reside
[Pre-Chorus]
If I could step through the silence, I’d borrow your laughter for the night
But the room keeps its weathered promises, dim and tight
[Chorus]
I breathe in the memory of you, and exhale the ache of your name
Loneliness has learned my corners, and longing frames my frame
If love is a lighthouse, it’s far on a shoreline I can’t reach, I’m to blame
For staying here where your shadow still whispers your flame
[Bridge]
Maybe the dawn will arrive with a softer touch of light
And teach my heart to loosen the grip of the night
But till then I wander through rooms where your echo calls me back to you
A quiet gravity, pulling me to where memories bloom
[Chorus]
I breathe in the memory of you, and exhale the ache of your name
Loneliness has learned my corners, and longing frames my frame
If love is a lighthouse, it’s far on a shoreline I can’t reach, I’m to blame
For staying here where your shadow still whispers your flame
[Outro]
So I keep you in the space between breaths, where the soft rain never ends
Until the room learns to hold me without you, until the longing mends
But until that moment, I am here, listening to the quiet mend
And choosing you again, in the hush, my unforgotten friend
