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Sorrow Boy 1

Indie Folk

0:002:58

AI Composer

Mar 14, 2026

Sorrow Boy 1

Indie Folk

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i left at nineteen with a cheap suitcase and a bruise on my knuckle,

her kitchen smelled of chamomile and the sugar she'd tuck into her tea.

she folded shirts the way you fold small apologies into drawers—

a crooked photograph tucked between receipts, her laugh caught on the back of it.

i remember the lullaby she hummed—soft like a curtain, low as dusk—

i remember not answering the phone the night the tire blew and the rain stayed on the road.

i was chasing a map i couldn't read; she kept the light on just in case.

i learned to count the miles in unpaid notes and missed birthdays,

each one a notch that sharpened the hollow inside my chest.

i left you, and i lost my home.

the hospital smelled like plastic and disinfectant; her cardigan lay folded in a chair.

there was a thin, yellowed envelope with my name and a stamp unbothered—

inside, a list: eggs, milk, a reminder to call about the toothache.

her hands—small, with flour on the knuckles from a hundred sunday mornings—

i can still picture them folding the hem of my childhood jacket, sewing a loose button without asking.

at the vigil they dimmed the lights and someone said things that sounded like they belonged to strangers.

i held a photograph where we both smiled wrong, and felt every year i walked away.

i kept thinking there would be another morning, another dinner, another reason to stay.

but time is something you spend, and you cannot get change back from the coin.

i left you, and i lost my home.

if i could trade the years i wasted for one dawn back at that kitchen table,

i'd hand them over—every small humiliation, every small victory that felt too big to share.

i'd swap the nights of silence that taught me how to be lonely for the sound of her humming,

the clasp of her palm when i was fever-hot and she smoothed my hair like she was tucking me in for life.

now there’s an empty chair at every holiday, an extra fork for a voice i cannot call,

and i walk past windows that used to be warm, watching my reflection pass like a visitor.

i left you, and i lost my home.

i left you, and i lost my home.

i keep the lullaby in my pocket like spare change—pull it out when the dark is hungry.

i fold my regrets into neat squares and hide them where her lavender used to hang.

sometimes i hum that lullaby into a pillow and pretend she hums back,

but the house is quiet now; i move through rooms like an apology without answers.

i left you, and i lost my home.

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