I’ve been staring at these quiet walls
Tracing lines like they might talk
There’s a teacup on the window frame
Still half full—like we remained
You said space would help us breathe
But silence only stings beneath
I replay all the in-betweens
Like echoes trapped inside my jeans
Now I’m walking through this hollow hallway
Where your scent still lingers slow
Every creak feels like a flashback
But you never let it show
Guess we never said it clearly
Just let distance fill the sky
Now I’m stuck with all the pieces
Of a half, a half goodbye
