This one’s for the ones who keep things moving when no one notices. I almost left this town in someone else’s coat Map torn, coffee stains, half a joke I wrote But the bus wouldn’t start, and the night stretched on I fix what breaks, I miss what I miss There’s a version of me with steadier hands Knows how to speak what he needs I see him sometimes in the hardware glass I look like someone who learned the roads If I disappeared, the street keeps moving But there’s a pause where I usually stand I’m not a headline, not a name Just someone holding the place the same Paid my rent late three months straight Helped a neighbor jump his car There’s a lot I did that won’t get said That’s how some lives get read If I disappeared, nothing bends But the day tilts a little off I don’t know if it matters I just keep standing where I land I miss the life I didn’t try I miss the questions I left behind No signs came down, no lists were read Just me and the things I never said If I disappeared, the world won’t shift But it wouldn’t fall the same Not enough to notice, not enough to name Just enough to feel the weight that stayed I’m still here. That’s what I did. I didn’t leave. That’s the part I kept.
