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Echoes of a Story 2 by Veronica

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Echoes of a Story 2 by Veronica - Acoustic Folk music cover art

Echoes of a Story 2

Acoustic Folk

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I learned your laugh from the chipped blue mug, The station clock, a whistle tugged at dusk.
You liked the back page of the morning news, I kept your postcards tied in purple twine and bruise.
You traced the map of towns we'd never seen, A rusted bike, a coat hung on a chair between.
We swore by starlight from the diner's neon sign, Two crooked hearts on a single fraying line.
When lamplight pulled across our kitchen floor, You'd fold your hands and say there's always more.
I learned to keep a match beside the phone, Small lights to find the way back home.
Echoes of our story told, Your laugh like glass, my hand to hold.
Through wake and light we keep the scene we chase, Forever stitched by dream.
You walked in shadows with a fearless grin, Collecting faded concert tickets in your tin.
I kept the letters you never meant to send, The ones with corner dates and the ink that wouldn't bend.
We turned a chipped up mug into a place to keep our coins, Pinned our names to crooked nails,
Made promises like groins on wet nights, I heard the freight go by.
A call to go, a hush to stay, you'd catch the sky.
There were mornings where your quiet made a room, Like a train it left with light it left to bloom.
I learned your rhythm in the way you'd read, The small things that would ask me to believe.
Echoes of our story told, Your laugh like glass, my hand to hold.
Through wake and light we keep the scene we chase, Forever stitched by dream.
But some scenes fold, some threads will fray, We learn to mend what time betrays.
One winter train, a letter sealed with rain, The ticket folded inside your trembling name.
You said this job would buy us time and space, I watched you step into the bright unsure embrace.
So I kept a chipped blue mug, I kept the light, Crossed the days by knitting courage into night.
The turning point was small and oh so plain, You left to build a future from our same.
Thank you for watching!