I keep your coffee cup beside the sink, The one you never finished that last morning. Rain taps the window like it's asking questions, But the house just swallows every answer whole. The rooms are wider now, Echoing with what I cannot say. I'm learning how to live in the space you left, Where silence has a weight and emptiness has shape. The rain keeps falling on the empty chair, And I'm still here, still breathing, still aware. I found your jacket folded in the closet, Still holding the shape of your shoulders. The wind chimes move without any wind, Like you're trying to tell me something I don't understand. The rooms are wider now, Echoing with what I cannot say. I'm learning how to live in the space you left, Where silence has a weight and emptiness has shape. The rain keeps falling on the empty chair, And I'm still here, still breathing, still aware. Maybe this is how we stay Not in the things we hold, But in the space between the heartbeats, In the static where your voice used to be. The rain keeps falling, And I keep listening. The house is still so wide, But I'm learning to fill it with something other than your absence. ---- Lyrics by inquiee. Thank you for listening!
