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Elijah's Midnight Blues by Sherri

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Elijah's Midnight Blues by Sherri - Blues Soul music cover art

Elijah's Midnight Blues

Blues Soul

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Midnight coat, cigarette ash on the hem, Upright bass walking slow like a ghost of wind.
The city hummed our promises beneath the streetlamps' swing.
Elijah, you left a spark that never stopped its sting.
But every time I breathe, your shadow calls my name, A soft, familiar ache that pulls me to the flame.
I loved you for all the wrong reasons and you showed me why it wasn't a good thing.
Elijah, your name’s the song I can't unname.
Late night diner lights your laugh in the steam of my coffee cup,
Frets bleeding into the dark and my fingers still reach up.
Whiskey on the counter, your jacket on the chair,
Elijah, your footsteps echo in the corners of my stairs.
But every time I breathe, the memory writes my name in smoke,
A melody that trembles, then it folds, and then it chokes.
I loved you for all the wrong reasons and you showed me why it wasn't a good thing.
Elijah, your name’s the song I can't unname.
Remember the rain at the station, that busted out AM tune?
You hummed the chorus like you on the midnight and the moon.
Horn swells like a confession, your hand warm on my knee.
We danced on cigarette ash and promises that couldn't keep.
Now the radio plays softer, the memory rearranged.
I wake and find the street's the same, but I'm the one who's changed.
Bright bass walks the line, raw electric guitar cries, frets bleeding into time.
I loved you for all the wrong reasons and you showed me why it wasn't a good thing.
Elijah, your name’s the echo that grows softer in the rain.
Elijah, Elijah, not a chain, not a claim, a soulful echo fading into a new refrain.
Under the street lamps, under the slow church bell,
I fold your name like paper, place it where healing dwells.
Elijah, whisper, then a door closing, kind and slow.
Midnight's melody becomes the light I let grow.