Ashes Flying Free

We built a house out of laughter and tears. Every brick a

story, every crack a fear. The floorboards creak like whispers

of our fights. But oh, how the windows caught the morning light.

This is the last goodbye, the last time we'll try. Our hands let

go, but the sun still rises high. We were a wildfire.

We were gentle rain. Now we're ashes flying free. Breaking from the

chain. I still taste your coffee, too sweet, too strong.

I hear your voice in every sad love song. We painted sunsets