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Frames of us frozen in Polaroid white
Your laugh still echoes through my 3 a m nights
Coffee rings mark dates on the wall calendar
Seven hundred days since you walked through that door
In the quiet room Polaroid memories shine white
Your laughter still echoes through these late -night nights
Coffee rings circle old dates on the calendar
Seven hundred days since you left through that door
I miss you like rivers miss the shore
I miss you how tides ignore the moon's pull
Two truths sway in this empty room
One's in photos one digs through the gloom
Unanswered phones build museums of dial tones
Your promises now watercolor on cold stone
We planted "forever"in cheap ceramic pots
But now all that's left are these faded spots
I miss you like rivers miss the shore
I miss you how tides ignore the moon's pull
Two truths sway in this hollow space
One in pictures one in this empty chas