The wind touched my hair Telling stories I pretended not to hear The golden morning light burned my skin With a Sun that still believed in us I drove through unfinished miles Toward the place where your name Was meant to find mine And I waited In the silence between seconds Where time dissolves into nothing The Sun crossed the sky And still I stayed Learning the language of abandonment Shadows stitched themselves around my feet Whispering truths I refused to hear And my love turned to dust Blown far from the ruins As it slipped through my hands Spreading across the horizon Of a broken heart Still waiting for you to open the door My hands grew cold in the interval Like tunnels That never find their way out The room screamed your name And I curled into myself Like a forgotten promise The sky darkened Swallowing the shadows We once called our past Hours crumbled in silence Falling like sharp glass across the bed On the table time never set Rested a glass I never touched And your absence Was the only thing that arrived I sat inside the quiet ache Hearing the hours collapse Watching the last light drown In the glass I never touched And your absence Always it Arriving before the night The night drew lines in the dust Broken maps Leading nowhere at all And my love turned to dust Blown far from the ruins As it slipped through my hands Spreading across the horizon Of a broken heart Still waiting for you to open the door My hands grew cold in the interval Like tunnels That never find their way out