Thought U knew the rhythm of my midnight heart,
thought my name was safe inside your quiet.
I left the porch light burning in the storm—
you walked out, let the bulb crack, let the rain learn my skin.
Now every echo of your footsteps
is a ghost note in this gospel of goodbye.
I still sing low, where the bass remembers,
but the hook is shattered glass,
and the bridge just leads back to an empty chair.
Thought U knew—
but knowing never kept you here.