Change
I changed my room, I moved my bed,
To silence echoes in my head.
Now it sees the city bright,
Yet still, I search for you at night.
I glance to the right, expecting your face,
Yet all that’s left is empty space.
How much more time must slip away,
Before your memory fades to grey?
You left her first, not long before—
Was I just an open door?
A place to rest, to ease your mind,
A fleeting love, the lonely kind.
But funny thing—I don’t recall,
The shape of you, your touch at all.
Your face is lost, but not your eyes,
I wish those too would blur with time.
I dream you’d come and climb in bed,
With whispered words to rest my head.
We’d watch the city, lights aglow,
Wrapped in warmth the night would know.
Yet you never lingered in my sighs,
Always chasing better skies.
Counting hours, racing time,
While I made yours important—mine.
I won’t say those three words again,
They’re mine to keep, they’ve met their end.
No photos left, no trace, no name,
This room will never hold your flame.
My friends don't speak your name at all,
My family knew I’d take the fall.
Not for who you were, but see—
They knew too well what love does to me.
How long can someone grieve the past,
A future dreamed, but built on glass?
You judged the world by your own view,
But never questioned what I knew.
I wasn’t right, my ways too old,
Yet you loved your cocktails old.
If only you had stayed to see,
The way I’d love you endlessly.
No waiting now, no wishful sleep,
Yet here you haunt the nights I keep.
I wish I’d moved, a brand-new start,
A different me, a different heart.
I wish I could outrun your name,
Erase the ache, escape the same.
But wanting something isn’t fate,
And love won’t bend to what we hate.
So now I dream that someone new,
Will love me strong, will love me true.
And you will fade, a ghost once near,
Not in my soul, not whispering here.
Tell me—did you let me go,
With ease, with doubt, I’ll never know?
Did you replace me? Do you regret?
Or do you try so hard to forget?
But do not call if you won’t come back,
Don’t haunt my heart, then leave it black.
I won’t pick up, I won’t pretend—
If you’re not here, this is the end.
And yet, just watch from far above—
Let me show you how I have grown,
In the world without your love.
