Together We Sing Solo

Eight of May, just a date on the wall

Seven years packed in boxes, now dust in the hall

A decade’s passed, but time moves in loops

Every love feels like trying on her old boots

Took them to our spot, bought them gifts I wish were hers

Played them songs, but they were all her words

Her laugh’s in the echoes, her voice in the static

I swear I’ve moved on, but my habits are tragic

Oasis still plays, though I never was a fan

Now it’s the closest thing I’ve got to holding her hand

Their smiles don’t stretch like hers in the light

Their songs don’t hit like the ones we’d recite

They never get the poems I used to write

Guess my words ran out the day she said goodbye

Took them to our spot, bought them gifts I wish were hers

Played them songs, but they were all her words

Her laugh’s in the echoes, her voice in the static

I swear I’ve moved on, but my habits are tragic

Oasis still plays, though I never was a fan

Now it’s the closest thing I’ve got to holding her hand

I promised her a song, well, here it is

Not the love tune I swore, but the truth that exists

She’s got a life, and I’m happy, I swear

But does she even remember the name I thought she’d wear?

Together we sang, but now I sing solo

The notes still linger, but the music feels hollow