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Echoes in My Chest by Silventa

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Echoes in My Chest

Pop Ballad

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Your coat hangs crooked on the back of a chair, a coffee ring like a small, stubborn prayer.
The playlist stops where our song used to start, your name still scribbled on the edge of my heart.
I sweep the crumbs from the kitchen floor, find ticket stubs from a night we swore,
Little anchors to a ship gone east, I keep reaching where you once released.
Echoes in my chest — you left a map of missing parts, Lines made of late night calls and unpaid bills and starless charts.
A trace of streets where you and I once met, Following footsteps that my hands can't forget.
Your mug in the sink with lipstick at the rim, A photograph slipped under the hymnal of him.
The porch light blinks like it knows my name, Keeps time with a silence that won't take the blame.
I fold the laundry with your sweater side, Keeps the shape of what we call goodbye,
Little proofs that you were ever here, Now gentle weight I carry near.
Echoes in my chest — you left a map of missing parts, Roots traced in midnight coffee,
Faded plans and fractured charts that follow alleys where our laughter used to live,
Collecting every corner of the love you couldn't give.
I kept the porch key under the pot with geraniums, Planted promises in winter soil until they bent.
Confession, I still talk to the voicemail you left at three,
Pretend the answer's yours, then hang up on me.
A strange small mercy, the way the morning learns to taste like rain.
Those seeds I buried in our yard are sprouting without your name.
Echoes in my chest — the map is thinning in my hands,
The ink runs softer now, spilling out new plans.
I trace new streets where sunlight finds its mark,
The echo's quiet and I learn to walk.
I fold that map along the dotted line, Place it in a drawer with all the times.
From the hush of that drawer, a small dawn starts to bloom.
Echoes fade like footprints left behind a room.
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