The Echo of Us

I pack your silence in a cardboard box. The books you left, Your old gray socks. The key you had no longer fits the door. A different shape than it was before. I trace the line where your picture hung. A faded mark where our story sung. I'm not asking you to stay, I'm asking why The strongest flames are the first to die. We built a world on maybe and someday, But someday came and took you away. I'm learning how to breathe this new thin air, Filled with the ghost of the love we used To share. I see your face in the steam of my Tea. A quiet wave in a silent sea. My phone feels heavy waiting for a call That I know won't come. And that says it all. I'm not angry, just terribly tired Of fixing a bridge that you already Fired. I'm not asking you to stay, I'm asking why The strongest flames are the first to die. We built a world on maybe and someday, But someday came and took you away. I'm learning how to breathe this new thin air, Filled with the ghost of the love we used To share. One day this box will find the attic floor. One day your key will open someone else's door And I will be a woman you once knew. A chapter closed, both me and you. But the scar you left is a map I Now hold. A story of love that was brave and bold. So go and find your new bright day. I have my own to find along the way. A different shape, but I am standing tall. I learned to love it all.