And from that day on,
you carry two souls: yours—
and the one who’s no longer here.
And from that day on,
you carry two souls: yours—
and the one who’s no longer here.
and when they walked in, even life itself remembered how to breathe.
You try to believe that what vanished wasn’t erased,
only transformed—now living inside you in a way no one else can see.
and when they walked in, even life itself remembered how to breathe.
You try to believe that what vanished wasn’t erased,
only transformed—now living inside you in a way no one else can see.
The one that splits your life in two.
You try to convince yourself that the bag once held the soul of your heart,
that it was laughter, a voice, warmth too vast to be held in one hand.
The one that splits your life in two.
You try to convince yourself that the bag once held the soul of your heart,
that it was laughter, a voice, warmth too vast to be held in one hand.