Mhhhhmm... Ahhhhh... Sometimes the night says more than an entire day. I've walked through streets that never knew my name. I've watched the lights burn all around me... without lighting anything inside. People came. People left. And some remained... only as quiet traces somewhere in me. Mhmmmm... Maybe being close doesn't always mean staying. Maybe staying doesn't always mean... understanding. Between us and the night sometimes there's only a word. A look. A silence. A heart that doesn't know where it belongs. Between us and the night there's something we can never quite explain. Something that keeps breathing... even when we never speak of it again. Ahhhhh... Mhmmmm... I've learned that truth isn't always loud. Sometimes it just sits there. Quietly. Waiting... for someone to finally see it. I've learned that not every ending really ends. Some things... we simply carry on. In voices. In memories. In songs. In us. Mhmmmm... Tell me... how much of us do we leave behind? Between us and the night there can be an entire life. Inside a word we never said. Inside a hand that let go too soon. Inside someone we only understood... when they were gone. Between us and the night maybe this is what remains: Everything we felt... but never found the words to explain. Ahhhhh... Mhmmmm... Maybe a heart doesn't always need an answer. Maybe sometimes it only needs a sign. An: I heard you. An: I'm still here. An: You don't have to say anything. Because some people leave a room... but somehow... they never really leave us. Mhmmmm... Ahhhhh... Between us and the night sometimes there's only one breath. One moment. One quiet: Stay... just a little longer. And maybe... when the morning comes... nothing will be easier. But somehow... something inside us will understand. Ahhhhh... Mhmmmm... Between us... and the night.
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