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de Osyris Israel

There's a space inside me that only echoes now
Where I keep the sound of your laugh somehow
I dust off old memories like photographs on a shelf
Trying to remember your smile, but I can't by myself
The air in here feels heavy with things we didn't say
Moments caught right before they faded away

They say time turns hurt into something beautiful to read
But this just feels like digging for stars I'll never see
Looking for a light that went out before I knew it's name
In a world where then and now don't feel the same

This missing you isn't soft, it's a pull I can't ignore
A slow, heavy tide on memory's shore
It doesn't cry, it just settles deep in my veins
Saudade builds oceans out of old rains
Making floods from a teardrop, making towers from a sigh
From the ghost of a goodbye I never got to say goodbye

I wear your absence like a cold, thin coat
A change in pressure only my heart can note
Some days it's just a scent that passes in the air
A sweet, sad song that leaves me standing there
Other days, it's the weather in my soul
A winter inside me I can't control

I've built so many bridges from the wood of maybe then
But they lead to empty shores, again and again
The map shows a place that disappeared without a trace
Leaving nothing but the outline of your face

This missing you isn't soft, it's a pull I can't ignore
A slow, heavy tide on memory's shore
It doesn't cry, it just settles deep in my veins
Saudade builds oceans out of old rains
Making floods from a teardrop, making towers from a sigh
From the ghost of a goodbye I never got to say goodbye

Are you the question or the answer that I can't hold?
The destination and the story that went cold?
I don't just miss you, I miss the way the light would change
How ordinary things felt different, not so strange
I miss the world we made just by being there
Now it's a jewel too heavy to wear

So let the rain play it's sad, soft tune
Let this quiet, constant missing hum its old Moon
I'll keep this quiet wreckage, hold each piece of what we had
Because in the museum of almost, even missing, isn't bad

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