[**Verse 1**] You said goodbye without a fight, your shadow vanished with the night. The kettle boiled, the cat still stayed, our final words just slipped and frayed. The silence rang, the floorboards creaked— I meant to call. I felt too weak. It happens to the best of us. It happens to the best of us. [**Verse 2**] A postcard tucked behind a frame, still bears your laugh, still signs your name. The seasons passed in muted tones, I learned to dine and sleep alone. Some memories shout, and some just hum— and others leave the senses numb. It happens to the best of us. It happens to the best of us. [**Verse 3**] I passed your street and held my breath, your garden gone, your fence near death. The wind was sharp, the sky was pale, I traced your name on peeling mail. Regret is patient, never late— it lingers like a twist of fate. It happens to the best of us. It happens to the best of us. [**Bridge**] The heart forgets, but bones recall, the way we danced, then took the fall. Some truths we fold and tuck away— but paper hearts still fade to grey. [**Verse 4**] The morning breaks but doesn’t heal, and even time forgets to feel. I laugh, I talk, I make my way, but something’s off most every day. A haunted look, a quiet fuss— a whisper that still echoes us. It happens to the best of us. It happens to the best of us. [End]