Faded steps in the rain,
A shadow whispers your name.
A bottle breaks, I’m wide awake,
But it’ll never feel the same.
We talked in smoke and broken chords,
Dreams spilled out on the floor.
Now silence screams, it cuts, it stings—
I can’t unsee the closing door.
I’ll burn my sins in the fading sky,
Chase your voice in the lullaby.
But the needle skips, and I can’t rewind,
You’re a melody I’ll never find.
Echoes in the Rain
© Copyright: Дмитрий Чусов Воронеж, 2024
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