The Sound of Windows Closing

The Sound of Windows Closing

I built my trust in you on rotten wood
Stacked every promise high like you meant it for good
Watched your eyes turn from shelter to a warning sign
Waiting for heat, but you just drew a cold line
Every morning you drifted further from the bed
Left your scent on the pillow, but nothing was said
You made a home of empty spaces, labeled “later

” Left me counting the silence as the days got grayer.
I learned the sound of windows closing tight
Every promise losing its fight
You left behind a house of dead air
And a thousand things you didn’t share.

You told me tomorrow was ours
but I saw you packing in your head
Filled the quiet with “I’m fine
” leaving the real words un-said
I watched the paint peel, saw your touch turn to stone
All the plans we whispered, I ended up holding alone
You were the draft in the kitchen

the ice under the skin
Turning every answer into a place I can’t get in.
I learned the sound of windows closing tight
Every promise losing its fight
You left behind a house of dead air
And a thousand things you didn’t share.

Now the wind rattles through the empty hall
I sip bitter coffee and watch the shadows crawl
If hope is a trick, I’ve been fooled too long
You taught me that silence is the only real song.
I learned the sound of windows closing tight
Every promise losing its fight
You left behind a house of dead air

And a thousand things you didn’t share.
If anyone asks, I’ll say you taught me the chill
Now I sleep with the windows closed, and I always will.