The song

The coffee's going cold beside the rain

I'm at the table, sitting here again

Across from where you used to be

I almost said your name into the room

A habit that the morning doesn't cure

It only finds me when I'm on my own

And I don't know how you did it

Turned an ordinary room

Into something I can't sit in

Without looking up for you

You turned into a memory

Before I learned the words

And everything I meant to say

Just lives here, getting worse

The rain still finds the window

Where your coffee used to cool

You left me mid-conversation

And I'm still talking to you

You held my hand before I asked you to

And let your head fall softly in the rain

We had a song — you said this one is ours

I hear it now in rooms where no one's sitting

It plays for no one, and I keep on listening

For your voice somewhere between the chords

And I should've known by then

That nothing made of rain could stay

Some people pass like weather

Close enough to feel, too far to save

I didn't know the last time was the last

Your hand in mine — and then it wasn't

And everything I'd saved to tell you

Lived and died inside a breath

I held you like tomorrow

Was a thing that still belonged to us

You turned into a memory

Before I learned the words

And everything I meant to say

Still lives here — getting worse

The rain still finds the window

Where your chair still holds your shape

You left me mid-conversation

And I'm still…

Talking to you

And when it rains...

I still sit across from you