Writing

Verse 1
The sun sets slow on this fading day,
I see your faces, but they feel far away.
Laughter lingers in the hollow air,
But something’s shifting like you’re not really there.

there is a hand squeezing my heart

tight slow like it knows every part of me

holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind

the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes

it does not let go

sometimes the dress feels like a soft breath

a quiet hope wrapped in fabric

that touches my skin like a secret i’m afraid to speak aloud

it’s the way light moves when i twirl

the way i feel seen without saying a word

she walks into the room like a sentence that forgot to whisper

light brown hair pulled back in a way that says she didn’t try

but still somehow gets it right

clear glasses catching the light

the lights hit first

hot and white and blinding

a wall of brightness straight into my eyes

so strong i can’t see their faces

just outlines

shadows beyond the edge of the stage

and somehow

it was my hoodie

old and wrinkled

stuffed in the back of my locker

half folded half forgotten

like most of my things