Everything Feels Out of Place

They said your name and everything stopped,

The room went quiet, the air felt wrong.

There wasn’t a way to take it back,

There wasn’t a place it didn’t belong.

I kept replaying the last time we spoke,

Every word, every pause, every line.

I keep wondering what I should have said,

Or how I could have changed your mind.

I move through days like I’m supposed to move,

I say the words, I hit the cues.

I keep it steady, keep it straight,

But everything feels out of place.

I think about you more at night,

When nothing’s there to make it right.

I know I’ll never get the why,

I’m left to live with that—or try.

I think of the days you didn’t call,

The times you pulled a little away.

I tell myself I should have known,

I should have found the words to say.

I hate that I’ll never understand,

I hate that I can’t ask you why.

I hate that this is how it ends,

And that this is how you chose goodbye.

I move through days like I’m supposed to move,

I say the words, I hit the cues.

I keep it steady, keep it straight,

But everything feels out of place.

I think about you more at night,

When nothing’s there to make it right.

I know I’ll never get the why,

I’m left to live with that—or try.

People say it wasn’t my fault,

I hear them, but it doesn’t land.

There’s always a part that still believes

I should have done more while I can.

And now there’s nothing left to do,

No second chance, no way to mend.

Just learning how to carry this

Without knowing where it ends.

I move through days like I’m supposed to move,

I say the words, I hit the cues.

I keep it steady, keep it straight,

But everything feels out of place.

I think about you more at night,

When nothing’s there to make it right.

I know I’ll never get the why,

I’m left to live with that—or try.