My room is full of your things
that time insists on not taking away.
Memories wander through the house,
and I try to pretend I can ignore them.
But the truth falls in front of me:
what's gone… will never return.
And I stay here gathering the pieces
of the versions you left behind.
I call your name just to hear the echo,
just to remember that the end has already come.
The heart understands slowly,
but longing always understood first.
I close the door, I let the weight go.
I wanted to forget you quickly…
but I learned to fall.