[Intro]
Soft footsteps in the empty room
A breeze that remembers your name
But the door stays closed, the light stays same
And the quiet hums your ghost in bloom
[Verse 1]
I reach for you in the kettle’s steam
In the pocket where your laughter used to be
The chair holds a shadow’s evidence
Of you, of us, of maybe
[Pre-Chorus]
What if the bloom never came to fruit
What if the season kept you at the root
Yet in every breath I somehow feel you move
Like sunlight finding last year’s fruit
[Chorus]
You’re a phantom limb I still reach for
A touch I learned to live without before
In every ordinary pulse you linger on
What could have been, but isn’t gone
[Verse 2]
I wear your name in a frayed gloss of glass
In the streetlight’s hush when the night is long
I hear your voicemail in the kettle’s hiss
And pretend you’re listening to this song
[Pre-Chorus]
If memory aches but never fades away
If longing learns to walk with me each day
Then I’ll keep the ache as a map of us
Tracing paths to where you used to stay
[Chorus]
You’re a phantom limb I still reach for
A touch I learned to live without before
In every ordinary pulse you linger on
What could have been, but isn’t gone
[Bridge]
Maybe love is a season that forgot to end
A garden that whispers but never trends
And I’ll hold the ache like a silver thread
Binding what was, what might have been said
[Chorus]
You’re a phantom limb I still reach for
A touch I learned to live without before
In every ordinary pulse you linger on
What could have been, but isn’t gone
[Outro]
So I walk on with you inside my skin
A quiet ache that teaches how to begin
With the ache as compass, I’ll learn to bend
To carry you softly, beyond the end
