Echoes Before Dawn

The dawn arrives without your name,
Soft echoes stir an empty room.
I chase the sky that looks the same,
Yet feel your absence bloom.
Soft echoes stir an empty room,
The chair you loved collects the dust.
Yet feel your absence bloom,
I keep our memories out of rust.
The chair you loved collects the dust,
The clock ticks slow, its hands unsure.
I keep our memories out of rust,
As time forgets what love was for.
The clock ticks slow, its hands unsure,
I chase the sky that looks the same.
As time forgets what love was for,
The dawn arrives without your name.


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