Through the Night

The room feels bigger than it used to be

Your coffee cup still waits on the second shelf for me

The calendar keeps turning, but the clocks all stall

Every step I take, I'm listening for your call

The quiet has a shape, and it's wearing your name

I trace your shadow on the wall I can't explain

I find you in the morning dust, the late-night rain

In every joke I try not to tell the same

I reach into the space where you once stood

And all I find is everything that felt like good

It's hard, some nights get heavy as the sky

(Days go thin and I forget how to try)

But when I close my eyes, you come in like light

(A thousand little moments burning bright)

I can't hold you now the way I used to, unafraid

(But I can hold the warmth of all the good we made)

But every memory is a hand on mine

(A lantern swinging in the dark to pull me through the night)

I found that postcard from a town with crooked streets

The one we swore we'd move to when our plans were incomplete

We danced on kitchen tiles to songs the radio forgot

And fought about the dishes, then forgave before we thought

Your handwriting still leans against the fridge like prayer

I read it on the days when grief pulls at the chair

We didn't know that every laugh and late-night talk

Was mapping out a way back home in every step we walked

I set a place for you in every story told

And in the quiet, I remember how your hands could hold

It's hard, some nights get heavy as the sky

(Days go thin and I forget how to try)

But when I close my eyes, you come in like light

(A thousand little moments burning bright)

I can't hold you now the way I used to, unafraid

(But I can hold the warmth of all the good we made)

But every memory is a hand on mine

(A lantern swinging in the dark to pull me through the night)

Grief is just the tide that drags me out and in

Some mornings I can breathe, some nights I barely swim

But you're a line of stars I learned to navigate

A lighthouse in my chest that keeps me facing straight

You taught me how to carry light when it gets late

To find the door in storms and keep the porch awake

It's hard, and I still cry without a sound

(But love keeps writing you into the life I've found)

When I close my eyes, you still come in like light

(And all the little moments still burn bright)

I can't hold you now, but I'm not empty or afraid

I'm holding tight to all the good we made

It hurts, and that's the only price love ever paid

I'm finding my way forward by the good we made

I'm finding my way forward by the good we made