Your laughter lingers in the windowpane
A fleeting brush of the evening's refrain
I trace the path where your fingers passed
Frost on glass, too bright to last
The teacup holds your unfinished sigh
Steam still twisting toward the sky
While the clock ticks out its hollow hour
Measuring beats of my borrowed heart Oh,
lead me where the light still plays
In the quiet dust of departed days
Where every shadow your absence brings
Still wears the echo of vanished wings
Time may stretch its hungry hands
But love remains where the light once danced
You left your scarf on the old oak
chair A whisper caught in the winter air
The fabric hums with your cinnamon scent
A melody time hasn't learned to forget
The fireplace cracks its gnome tune
Spitting sparks of a waning moon
While the night outside grows sharp
and clear A mirror of all I still hold,
dear
We were embers
in a careless wind
Bright and brief before the end
Yet even ash
remembers fire And I am keeper of that pyre
So I'll wait where the
curtains sway Watching dawn erase your gray
And when the new light softly spills
It finds your ghost in the window still
A silhouette too dear to fade
Etched in glass where our memories played
So
I'll wait where the curtains sway
Watching dawn erase your gray
And when the new light softly spills
It finds your ghost in the window still A silhouette too dear to fade
Etched in glass where our memories played