Beneath the Quiet Moon: Whispered Confessions in Open D

[Verse 1]

Your sweater’s on the back of the chair

Sleeve still rolled where you left the air

Two mugs, one stained with your red mouth

Lip marks fading, but they shout

[Chorus]

I’m still pouring you a cup in the morning

Still talking to the empty side of the bed

I keep making room for your returning

Like the door forgot the words you said

If leaving is a language, I don’t speak it yet

[Verse 2]

There’s ash on the coffee table, bent spine book

Your hair caught in the pages where you last looked

My name on the margin, underlined twice

As if you meant to keep this life

[Chorus]

I’m still pouring you a cup in the morning

Still talking to the empty side of the bed

I keep making room for your returning

Like the door forgot the words you said

If leaving is a language, I don’t speak it yet

[Bridge]

I wash your plate

But I don’t put it away

I change the sheets

Leave your pillow the same

Friends say time

Like it’s something you can lend

I can’t find the start

So I live in the end

[Chorus]

I’m still pouring you a cup in the morning

Still talking to the empty side of the bed

I keep making room for your returning

Like the door forgot the words you said

If leaving is a language, I don’t speak it yet

If leaving is a language, teach me to forget