Echoes of Us

In the quiet of my room. Your shadow lingers still. Whispers of the

promises we broke on that window sill. I trace the lines you left

like scars on autumn leaves. Wondering if you feel the ache that never leaves.

But every midnight call, every faded photograph. Pulls me back to what we

had, but now it's just a hat. Oh, echoes

of us, ringing in the rain. Dancing through the pain,

calling out your name. We were fire and storm, now I'm learning

to burn alone. Echoes of us, but I'm finding my way home. Oh,