The story
He can’t let go of what keeps showing up.
He moves through a room full of ordinary things, and one leftover detail keeps pulling him back to the same name. Even with the lights low and the night worn thin, the absence stays in the doorway, in the chair, in the places he keeps looking away from. What’s gone still takes up space.
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Lyrics
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