The morning is quiet
The pillows are cold
Like a story that's ended
Before it was told
I see you in dust motes
That dance in the sun
The phantom of laughter when we were as one
The way that you'd linger
The scent of your tea
Now there's an ocean between you and me
We were the firelight
We were the glow
The kind of forever is painful to let go
But the gold in the air has turned into grey
As the us that I knew slowly drifted away
Now I'm just a heartbeat shaking and lonely
In the wake of the day you became a memory
I reach for the shadow you left on the wall
And try to find beauty in watching us fall
Just a soft aching echo of what used to be
A beautiful moment you became a memory