And I still have the songs,
tucked away in a place
Where your voice is the only one singing to me
And I still have your little stories
(written in a journal, ink trailing on paper)
Because, with you, all I could do was listen
And I still keep your secrets
Hidden where light never touches
For you once trusted me
And I still miss you
An insatiable desire
To unite two pieces of one
But if you were to say
“I love you” now
I must say, it’s too late
“thank you, and have a good day”
