windowsill
Lost Echoes: A Poignant Tale of Love's Disappearance
Lyrics
I saw her waiting by the windowsill
I observed a woman waiting by the windowsill
She was calling my name
She was calling out to me
She must not have seen me
She possibly didn't notice my presence
Why else would she turn away
Speculation on her turning away – a sign of something
I still see through her door
I still recall her entering the room
Her collapse to the floor
She collapsed to the floor
She's not there anymore
She is no longer present
She was here just before
She was here recently
She had walked out the door
She left through the door
Couldn't hold on for more
Couldn't endure or stay longer
I can't beg or implore
Expressing inability to plead or insist
Please just stay a while more
Requesting her to stay a bit longer
I climbed up over the windowsill
I climbed over the windowsill
And walked into no one waiting there
No one was waiting on the other side
Her keys weren't sitting on the bedside
Her belongings were not where expected
Her shoes were god knows where
Her shoes were misplaced
That was three months ago
This incident happened three months ago
Time drags on you know
The passage of time feels slow and burdensome
Not a simple hello
Reflecting on a past greeting that wasn't straightforward
Was it all just for show
Wondering if it was all a pretense
I burned her photo
Symbolic act of burning her photo
Spread those ashes like snow
Dispersing her ashes, likened to snow
Tried to catch them too slow
Trying to capture memories, but failing
Now that too will go
Realizing that memories also fade
And the rain it fell fast through her fingertips
Describing rain falling through her fingertips
A puddle mirage on the floor
The rain creates a mirage on the floor
The rain it fell fast through her fingertips
Repetition of rain falling through her fingertips
Can't picture distinctly for sure
Uncertainty about remembering clearly
The rain it fell fast through her fingertips
Another description of rain falling through her fingertips
A puddle mirage on the floor
Reiteration of a puddle mirage on the floor
The rain it fell fast through her fingertips
Continued description of rain falling through her fingertips
I'm sure she was here before
Confident that she was present before
Now I'm waiting by her windowsill
The narrator is now waiting by her windowsill
But I've stopped calling her name
The narrator has stopped calling her name
I know she won't see me
Aware that she won't notice, resigning to the situation
So I'll finally turn away
Deciding to finally turn away
I'll turn away
Confirming the decision to turn away
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