Steam rising slow from a cafe cup
Footsteps echo, but the world’s not up
Your shadow blends in painted light
And I’m still dreaming in the quiet
Woke too late, but it feels just right
Your voice still lingers in the night
You said you'd stay till morning sun
But soft goodbyes already begun
And I replay every scene
Like a film stuck in between
Sugar stir and café light
You're the morning I can’t rewrite
Leaves outside, they twist and glow
But here inside, time moves slow
Your note still folded by the cream
Feels like part of someone’s dream
Same old smile in my mind
Like jazz that’s drifting out of time
I look around, you’re not there
But somehow I still feel you near
And I replay every scene
Like a film stuck in between
Sugar stir and café light
You're the morning I can’t rewrite
Tables empty, cups are cold
The sun is bright, but I feel old
You're a whisper in the steam
A warmth I only feel in dreams
So I replay every scene
Till the silence washes clean
Sugar stir and café light
You're the morning I never write
Cafe au lait, fading heat
Soft goodbyes are bittersweet