Open Hands

[Verse 1]
I let your name fall quiet from my mouth,
Like one last train pulling from the station south.
Your cup still waits beside the kitchen sink,
I leave it there and try not to think.

[Chorus]
Letting go is loving you with open hands,
Watching you become a life I understand.
I won’t call you back, though every part of me still can.

[Verse 2]
The hallway keeps the shape of your goodbye,
Your coat is gone; the hook still asks me why.
I fold the map we drew in blue and gold,
Some roads end gently, even when they hurt to close.

[Bridge]
If love means this, then let it ache,
I’ll keep the good and let the rest break.

[Outro]
Your name grows quiet; mine learns to breathe.
I open my hands—and let you leave.