Yet You Were Here
Do you ever hear the echoes of something that never happened?
A street where the rain never stops. A place frozen in time.
Somewhere caught between yesterday and never. If you walk there,
if you listen closely, you can hear it unsaid goodbyes. Ghost of
forgotten name. The feel of a hand never held long enough.
I was once told that memories never truly go away. They simply
look for other hiding spots. In betwee
Yet You Were Here
Do you ever hear the echoes of something that never happened?
A street where the rain never stops. A place frozen in time.
Somewhere caught between yesterday and never. If you walk there,
if you listen closely, you can hear it unsaid goodbyes. Ghost of
forgotten name. The feel of a hand never held long enough.
I was once told that memories never truly go away. They simply
look for other hiding spots. In betwee