I drive past the grocery store where you bought flowers,

The ones that died three weeks after you left.

The sky is so enormous when you're standing alone,

It stretches in directions that have no name.

I'm cataloging all the small disappearances,

The way your absence becomes the room itself.

In the empty rooms, I hear your footsteps,

In the empty sky, I see your silhouette.

Grief is just love with nowhere left to go,

So I'm learning to let it settle, let it grow.

Your watch stopped at the moment that you fell,

And I never had the courage to wind it again.

The static on the radio sounds like your breathing,

And I leave it on just to feel less alone.

I'm cataloging all the small disappearances,

The way your absence becomes the room itself.

In the empty rooms, I hear your footsteps,

In the empty sky, I see your silhouette.

Grief is just love with nowhere left to go,

So I'm learning to let it settle, let it grow.

Maybe you're not gone,

Just scattered like the rain across the fields,

In every quiet moment,

In every breath I take without you.

The rooms are still so empty,

The sky is still so wide,

But I'm learning to live inside the space between,

Where you and I collide.

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Lyrics by inquiee