All these different creaks of feet on the floor
the step of yours is what I aim for,
still waiting for your knock on the door.
I was left with the promises we swore.
I kept your scarf woven with your scent,
reminiscing the moments we spent,
wandering the strange places we went.
Dear, in my heart and mind you live free rent.
Thee left our home when it felt unknown,
I can hear the grieving wind as it blown;
"We are together but why it seems lone?"
Our sweet songs became unheard-of tone.
When our fire can't light us the same way,
you turned your body to where flame was gay.
I know I never...