In the fading light, I hold the whiskey glass,
Reflecting memories of days that slip away,
The heavy heart, it beats a lonely tune,
While the creaking floorboards sing a soft dismay.
Shadowed corners whisper secrets from the past,
Dusty strings across the room play their refrain,
Each note a ghost, a shadow in the glass,
Dancing in the darkness, calling out your name.
Time has a way of washing over me,
Like river water erasing stones with grace,
Yet I'm tethered to this haunting melody,
Your laughter lingers on in this hollow space.
Every sip, I taste the echoes of our song,
Each drop a tear that falls, too fragile, too strong,
In the stillness, the world feels so unkind,
As I chase the fleeting shadows in my mind.
Whispers weave like smoke around the air I breathe,
Spirits linger, wrapped in tales that will not bend,
But tonight I let the music take the lead,
Playing our story, where beginning meets the end.
So raise the glass, to moments lost and found,
To every note that takes me where you stood,
In this dim-lit room, I wear my heart unbound,
With dusty strings and memories understood.
And as the final chord strikes, I close my eyes,
To find a little solace, though the days are long,
Holding onto every shimmer of the skies,
In the silence, I know I’m still singing our song.
Blues
Whiskey glass, heavy heart, creaking floor, shadowed corners, dusty strings
Blues
Whiskey glass, heavy heart, creaking floor, shadowed corners, dusty strings