Im Raum zwischen uns

I still count your steps on the stairs Even though I

know there’s no one there I trace the pattern on your favorite chair

And breathe in the quiet of the empty air The radio plays,

but it’s just noise Without the sound of your voice They say that

time is supposed to heal But this space you left feels too real

If I made it to the other side Would I still find you in

your eyes? Would you know my soul? Would it make me whole?

Or are we just memories passing by? The clock on the wall