I still trace your name on the windowpane, where the frost and the rain both sting the same.
Your coffee cup is cold on the sill, and the ghost of your laugh is haunting still.
I packed your things in a cardboard box, but my heart keeps wearing your old gray socks.
Every streetlight hums a tune we knew, and I hum it back, but it's not you.
Heart forever, heart again. We're a wound that never heals, a lock without a key.
Heart forever, break the chain.