Fading Coordinates

I keep your coordinates folded in the pocket of my coat Latitude of laughter, longitude of the words you never spoke Every street we walked is a ghost wearing your smile I trace the lines on maps just to feel you for a while The compass spins in circles when I try to point at home North became a question, south became alone I planted seeds of maybe where the river used to run Now they grow in silence underneath a different sun I was never good at letting go… But I’m learning how to fade without disappearing Carrying your echo like a song I’m still rehearsing The map says “you are here” but the stars say “move along” I’m writing new directions in a language made of song Fading coordinates… but I still feel the pull Some loves don’t die easy… they just learn to be beautiful Time bends… I bend… we bend… Still here… still here… still here… I’m learning how to fade without disappearing Turning every ending into something worth revering The map is torn and burning but the sky is crystal clear I’ll write my own forever starting right here Fading coordinates… into something new Thank you for the journey… I’ll carry pieces of you Still breathing… Still moving… Still under different stars…