Rain taps against my window.

Each drop a soft reminder.

Your coffee mug sits on the shelf.

Been walking past that corner store.

My feet know the path too well.

Sometimes I catch your scent in the rain.

(In the rain, in the rain)

Sometimes I catch your scent in the rain.

(Let it wash away)

Your old sweater in my drawer,

Still folded just the way you left it.

Empty spaces in photographs

Tell stories of what used to be.

Maybe healing isn't linear.

Maybe it comes in waves.

Like the rain that keeps falling,

Teaching me to breathe again.

Sometimes I catch your scent in the rain.

(In the rain, in the rain)

Sometimes I catch your scent in the rain.

(Let it wash away)