[Intro]
(Soft acoustic guitar arpeggio, gentle piano melody joins)
[Verse 1]
Sunlight paints patterns on the floor I sweep
But the dust I clear is just the silence that you keep
This old armchair holds the ghost of where you sat
And every echo in this house reminds me of all that
I pour two cups, forgetting for a b**t
The bitter taste of knowing you're not here to take a seat
The phone stays quiet, mocking my despair
The empty space beside me is a weight beyond compare
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm missing you, a constant, hollow ache
Like a vital piece of me, a choice I didn't make
The world keeps turning, days bleed into night
But nothing feels quite right, no, nothing feels quite right
Without your hand in mine, your laughter in the air
This heavy silence screams how much I wish you were still here
[Verse 2]
I trace the lines on maps to places we once roamed
Each memory a treasure, now a burden I've postponed
I wear your favorite sweater, smell the fading scent
A fragile thread connecting to the love that heaven sent
And went
The jokes we shared, the secrets only we could know
Now locked inside my heart, with nowhere else to go
I see your face in crowds, a cruel and fleeting glance
A phantom in the daylight, lost in this lonely dance
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm missing you, a constant, hollow ache
Like a vital piece of me, a choice I didn't make
The world keeps turning, days bleed into night
But nothing feels quite right, no, nothing feels quite right
Without your hand in mine, your laughter in the air
This heavy silence screams how much I wish you were still here
[Bridge]
Is it weakness, this longing? Is it strength to feel this deep?
This ocean of emotion where my shattered promises sleep
I'd trade a thousand sunrises for one more whispered word
For the comfort of your presence, the sweetest sound unheard
Time stretches thin and brittle, a desert vast and wide
With only echoes of your voice to be my weary guide
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm missing you, a constant, hollow ache
Like a vital piece of me, a choice I didn't make
The world keeps turning, days bleed into night
But nothing feels quite right, no, nothing feels quite right
Without your hand in mine, your laughter in the air
This heavy silence screams how much I wish you were still here
[Outro]
(Instrumentation swells slightly then fades: guitar, piano, maybe a soft cello line)
The empty spaces where you used to be...
Just echo... endlessly...
(Final gentle piano chord hangs in the air)
