Oh, it’s just an echo in the hall
A leaf that’s waiting for the fall
I’m tracing lines you’ll never see
In a house that used to be for "we"
like faded jeans
A house that holds what might have been
The guitar’s missing a string or two
Sings like a train that never knew
Where it was going, just the track
And no way to bring the cargo back
I leave the paper by the stove
A half‑drawn heart, a half‑built home
The ink ran dry last spring, they say
But the letters kept writing anyway
Wait for me down where the river bends—
Just a paper
with no end.
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