Almost a memory

I found your shadow in an old café,

In the empty chair you used to take.

Funny how a room can stay the same,

While the people in it change their names.

I don’t miss you every single day,

But some little things still know your face.

A song, a street,

the smell of the rain,

And for a second,

I’m back there again.

I heard your laughter in a crowded room,

Turned around before I thought it through.

Strange how my heart still makes that mistake,

Searching for someone time has rearranged.

I’ve told myself that I’ve moved along,

That missing you doesn’t mean I’m not strong.

But there’s a version of me you still know,

One I can’t find anywhere I go.

We don’t call, we don’t ask,

We don’t try to bring it back.

But there’s something time can’t take,

Even when the memories fade.

You’re almost a memory,

Almost someone I used to know.

Almost a story

I can tell Without my voice turning low.

We’re almost strangers now,

Almost strangers somehow.

But if you’re only history,

Why do you still feel like a part of me?

You’re almost a memory,

But not quite yet.

I hope the world has been gentle with you,

I hope you found what we couldn’t get through.

I hope you laugh the way you did before,

I hope you don’t look back toward my door.

Maybe we were right to let it end.

Maybe love can’t always make us friends.

Maybe some good things aren’t meant to stay.

Maybe that’s what makes them hard to put away.

We were real, even if we didn’t last,

Not every forever has to outlive the past.

You’re almost a memory,

Almost someone I used to know.

Almost a story

I can tell Without my voice turning low.

We’re almost strangers now,

Almost strangers somehow. But if you’re only history,

Why do you still feel like a part of me?

You’re almost a memory,

But not quite yet.

Maybe one day I’ll say your name…

And it won’t feel the same.

Until then, you’re almost a memory,

But not quite

yet.