Something We Used to Talk About

You became part of my days.

We argued over stories
As if the world depended on their ends
You said I read too much into things
I said you ought to read them again

I tried to teach you how to play
A game of kings and borrowed time
You laughed at all my terrible advice
And somehow, I didn't mind

We never needed grand occasions
Never had to find the perfect words
Just a thousand little conversations
That made an ordinary day feel worth it

Oh, it's the little things I remember
The words that never made the songs
The nights that somehow lasted longer
The feeling that we could talk about anything at all

And I don't know what you remember
Or if those days still cross your mind
But there's a little world I still return to
Where you and I had all the time

Some songs still carry your laughter
Some pages hold a conversation
A melody I almost sent you
A thought that never found its destination

I still remember all the small mistakes
The jokes that only we could understand
How strange that something so familiar
Can disappear without a final end

Perhaps we never saw it changing
Perhaps there was no moment to define
Just fewer words, and longer silences
Until your world moved on from mine

Oh, it's the little things I remember
The words that never made the songs
The nights that somehow lasted longer
The feeling that we could talk about anything at all

And I don't know what you remember
Or if those days still cross your mind
But there's a little world I still return to
Where you and I had all the time

Were we just passing through each other's lives?
Or did those moments mean as much to you?

I won't pretend I knew your whole world
You never knew every part of mine
But somewhere in those ordinary hours
We made something I still cannot define

And maybe that's enough
Maybe it was always enough.

If I could meet you in those days again
I wouldn't ask for anything to stay
I'd only want one more conversation
One more ordinary, unremarkable day

And if we never find our way back
If we're just strangers passing through
I'll keep a little space for all the things
That once belonged to me and you

There are still things
I wish I could tell you.

Funny things.
Meaningless things.

Things we used to talk about.