Trains pass by the fields we knew
Where laughter once was loud and true
Now the tracks are overgrown
The words we left alone
We made promises in chalk
Watched the wind
erase our talk I still sit beneath that tree
Where nothing ever waited for me Velvet blinks between the cries
Half told beneath the
skies Every joke you used to tell
Rings like bells in empty shells And though I walked away with grace
I miss the shadows of your face I collect what you forgot
A ribbon from your denim sleeve
Folded notes I can't believe
In your voice a distant call I used to answer,
now I stall
