You said goodbye so soft so low
like leaves that fall without a.
But silence never quite could stay
it filled with things we used to say.
I hear your keys though no one's near.
The way you laugh still echoes clear.
I pour one cup though it's just me
and leave the spoon turned to the east.
You're just an echo in the air
But I still turn still think you're there.
The floor still creaks the way you moved
as if the past was never proved.
And every breath that I let go
comes back around with what I know
that love like ours still leaves a sound
that follows me where hearts are found.
The blinds still flick with morning light
and sometimes I still say good night
to no one yet it feels the same
like love still here but lost its name.
I fix the clock you used to wind
but leave it five short steps behind
because that's where we used to be.
Be a little late, a little free.
I don't believe in ghost or fate
but some goodbyes just resonate
and you, my dear were never gone
just whispered soft forever on.
You're just an echo, nothing more
yet still I wait beside the door.
If love is sound that never dies
then I still hear you in the skies.