I noticed it while buying milk Nothing dramatic No thunder No choir of angels No message from the universe Just aisle seven And a song I used to avoid Playing quietly above the fruit And suddenly You weren't there I tried to summon you back For a second Like checking a pocket For keys you've already used I looked for the ache The familiar weight The old companion Who used to walk beside me Everywhere But the room stayed empty And that should have felt like freedom Shouldn't it [Instrumental] For years You lived in everything Train stations Winter coats Certain streets The smell of rain Bad coffee Sunday evenings The space beside me At traffic lights You occupied entire cities Without paying rent Then one ordinary Tuesday You vanished Not from memory Not from history Just from the place You'd been living Inside me And I didn't know I'd miss missing you Nobody talks about this part The quiet graduation The strange goodbye To an old sadness You carried so long It started introducing itself As your personality I knew exactly who I was When I was waiting When I was hoping When I was hurting What happens now You were never coming back I knew that years ago But somewhere deep inside The missing remained Like a candle Burning in an empty room And today Without asking permission The flame went out So here's to the nights I thought would never end The songs The ghosts The unanswered questions The imaginary conversations The versions of you I carried longer than I carried us Here's to letting go And here's to the strange sorrow That arrives When you finally do I don't miss you anymore And somehow That's what hurts tonight Not because I want you back Not because I changed my mind But because a chapter closed Without making a sound The day I stopped missing you Looked exactly like every other day Until it didn't
