Soft light in the window Falling slow, it reminds me Of mornings we didn’t name Of days we never planned Your sweater on the chair still Your coffee cup in the kitchen I touch the porcelain edge But it’s warmer in my head I don’t know why I still smile When I think of it I don’t know why I still smile When I think of it I miss you In the sweetest way Not hurting Just the softest ache I miss you Like a pastel day Fading slow But it never goes away Sunset through the bus glass Turns the world into watercolor I watch the colors run I let them blur into one Your laughter is a memory That shimmers more than it used to I don’t try to hold on I just let it drift along I miss you In the sweetest way Not hurting Just the softest ache I miss you Like a pastel day Fading slow But it never goes away
