There’s something about her I can’t explain
Like a memory I never made
Whenever I see her face
A tide of something rises — soft, and strange
You speak like she’s still here…
But there’s no one in that frame
You paint the silence like it’s truth
While I’m standing right next to you
I don’t remember when or where
You’re not even really there
But her eyes feel like somewhere
I try to meet your gaze but you stare through air
Like a half-forgotten dream
That lingers longer than it seems
They say I’m chasing ghosts
But she’s the quiet I need most
I draw her just to feel
A part of something barely real
And still I stay…
Watching you fade day by day
You love a shadow, not the light
While I’m still here, screaming in plain sight
Not love, not pain, not anything clear
Just something that pulls me near
Female
You’re slipping further every year…
I see her between the lines
In every shade, in every sign
Female:
I see myself fading from your mind
While you search for what you'll never find
So I keep drawing, soft and slow
Letting something deeper show
Like I’ve always known her…
But never really known why