Letters on a napkin, ink starts to fade
Things I almost told you, words I never gave
Your name in crooked lines, half-smiling lies
Folded in my pocket with old goodbyes
I wrote the truth in disappearing ink
Hoping I’d forget what I still think
Letters on a napkin, never meant to send
Small little moments I still pretend
Were enough to make us stay
But they always blew away
Letters on a napkin, soft and thin
Like all the chances we were in
I leave them on the table, then
I finally let you go
Coffee rings and quiet laughs
Ghosts of us in photographs
I clean the table, clear the space
Leave no trace I was your place
Some words are better left unread
Some hearts heal best unsaid
Letters on a napkin, never meant to send
Small little moments I still pretend
Were enough to make us stay
But they always blew away
Letters on a napkin, soft and thin
Like all the chances we were in
I leave them on the table, then
I finally let you go
If love was written in the rain
It wouldn’t last, but that’s okay
Not every story needs to last
Some just pass
Letters on a napkin, one last line
“Be happy” written out of time
I fold it once, I set it free
Some memories don’t follow me
Letters on a napkin…
Gone with the breeze…