Where Lost Things Go

I find your memory in coffee stains

And autumn rains that sound like your name

The worn-out pages of our book

Still hold the way you used to look

We built a house of maybes

Painted walls with all our secrets

Now every room echoes

With words we didn't mean but kept it

This is where lost things go

Where love learns to burn slow

In the embers of what used to be

You're still the ghost that haunting me

We're broken glass that still reflects

The beauty in our defects

Maybe some loves aren't meant to stay

Just teach us how to pray

For strength to face the empty space

And grace to remember with grace

Where lost things go...

I still know...