There's a thread on the window frame
Pulled too far but not to blame
Voices flow through silent air
But no one's
truly standing there
Every pause becomes a wait
Held between a past too late
Quiet
trace across the floor Names we wrote erased once more
Light that never
reached the wall
Held its breath and let it fall
Chairs remain where we once sat
Still and cold
but more than that
Every mark we tried to keep
Slipped beneath the edge of sleep
Time forgets what we don't say
But the room remembers anyway
Quiet trace across the floor
Names we wrote erased once more
Light that never reached the wall Held its breath and let it fall
If I pass this way again
Would the quiet know my name?
