Wrong song. Wrong day. Still I let it play. A hundred voices. I'd know yours. Don't ask me how. Some things stay. A name at the edge of a thought. A voice through all the others. Some things stay. So do I. Rain at the ends of your hair. One drop along your cheek. Your glass beside mine. No space between. Still here. Your hoodie over my chair. Your warmth inside my coat. Still here. So am I. Could be years. Another city. Another language. Something ridiculous would bring you back. It always does. Some things stay. Through distance. Through silence. A voice through all the others. Some things stay. So do I. Your head against my shoulder. Your hand inside my sleeve. Morning behind the curtain. I don't move. Still here. Your shoes beside the door. Your fingers closed around mine. Still here. So am I. Some things stay. Still here.
