Verse 1

Your blue cup stayed behind the books

A chipped white moon beside the sink

I found your note in winter coats

And read it slower than I think

Pre-Chorus

The room remembers where you stood

The floor still creaks beneath my feet

I tell myself I’m doing well

Then pass the corner where we’d meet

Chorus

I keep the days we couldn’t hold

Like pressed leaves in a paper fold

Your name comes back in ordinary things

A kettle’s hush, the doorbell’s ring

I let the memory come and go

A quiet tide I used to know