Frayed Scent

[Verse 1]
The jacket drapes, an empty form, three suns have softly dimmed.
Your lingering essence, a fragile thread, so carefully hemmed.
A faint jasmine, caught in the weave, from whispers we would keep.
This worn-out velvet, a quiet ache, where silent memories sleep.

[Chorus]
This frayed scent, a velvet ghost, still lingers on my skin.
A silent language, tangled deep, where your touch has been.

[Verse 2]
My hands recall the way they traced, a map across your back.
The city hums its tired song, no turning ever back.
Just shadows dance on concrete walls, like silk unspooling slow.
A quiet ache, this yearning thread, where past and present flow.

[Chorus]
This frayed scent, a velvet ghost, still lingers on my skin.
A silent language, tangled deep, where your touch has been.

[Bridge]
Sometimes I trace the lines upon my palm, a whispered, ancient plea.
For freedom from this tapestry, woven just for me.
The iridescent dust motes dance, in fading afternoon.
A bittersweet acceptance, beneath a silver moon.

[Outro]
Still, the scent remains, a gentle dye.
Caught in the air, a longing sigh.