Hands in My Pockets

I walk through our old street as evening falls
Shops closing early, shadows on the walls
Your laughter still lingers in corners I pass
Halfway to healing, but stuck in the past

Every window reflects a memory of you
I pause at the doorway where we once walked through
Halfway between leaving and wanting to stay
Wondering if you ever feel this way

Hands in my pockets, regrets in my chest
Pain like a fire that won't let me rest
Every breath burning deep inside
Wishing for peace that tomorrow won't provide

I sit on the steps where we used to meet
Counting the echoes of your fading retreat
Neighbors pass by, lost in their own lives
I sit with my silence, where hope once survived

I trace your initials carved into the stone
Wishing for comfort, but finding I'm alone
Still searching for answers I can't seem to find
Leaving a part of my heart far behind

Hands in my pockets, regrets in my chest
Pain like a fire that won't let me rest
Every breath burning deep inside
Wishing for peace that tomorrow won't provide

Maybe tomorrow I'll finally let go
Maybe forgiveness is all I need to know
But tonight as the city keeps pulling me on
I wonder if home is wherever you've gone

No more empty sidewalks, no more silent goodbyes
No more heavy heartbeats, no more asking why
I'm leaving the shadows, I'm finding my way
Hands out of my pockets, ready for a new day