“The City Without You”
I hear a voice on the radio,
a voice I’ve never known.
I see colors in this city,
colors I’ve never seen before.
I’ve come back —
to the place where we once lived,
the place where you are no longer.
This city used to shine.
I wonder if you, from somewhere far away,
still see this place too.
With my hand in my pocket, feeling what’s left there,
I lift my eyes to the gray sky and whisper:
Is there still strength in me?
Can I step onto the train again,
the one that once stood still,
and find a way to move forward?
When I close my eyes, I hear you:
“Look inside your hand.”
And there —
your heart, your love,
once so true, so steady,
still rests with me.
Because of that,
I know I’ll be okay.
Even when I believed I couldn’t make it,
you were there beside me.
Even when I was out of breath,
just seeing you brought me back to life.
Now, standing here, eyes closed,
I hear you once more:
“Look inside your hand.”
There it is —
your heart, your love,
gathering around me,
wrapping me in a quiet warmth.
That warmth is who I am now.
And even if you’re no longer here,
you’re always with me.
When the light finally breaks through the heavy clouds,
I’ll take a new step forward.
I’m no longer young,
but I’ll cross a bridge I’ve never seen,
listening to a melody I’ve never heard,
and walk into the city
slowly beginning to shine again.
With you —
always, quietly, in my pocket.