LYRIC FOR SALE

By Tinka

[Verse 1]
You arrived at a strange time,
The right kind of wrong,
Wrong kind of right.
A whisper in the middle
Of my life’s loud unfolding.
I didn’t chase it,
And yet, it followed me still,
In dreams and in silence,
Against my own will.

[Verse 2]
I’ve built a life—a real one—
With laughter, love, and grace.
But you lived in the pause,
In the unspoken space.
Sometimes I wish we had tried.
But maybe we did—
Not in the light,
Only in the almost,
Only in the ache.

[Chorus]
In the pause, in the maybe,
In the almost that shaped me.
Not in the plan, but etched in my skin,
You’re the door that stayed open
Long after I went in.
I loved you,
Not loud, but real,
In a way only absence can feel.

[Verse 3]
You taught me that longing
Can be its own kind of light,
That not every love
Needs a room to be right.
And if we were only meant
To remember, not hold,
Then know I remember
With a heart that still folds.

[Bridge]
And I bless you now,
Where you stand—
With another’s heart,
In another land.
But part of me still holds the space
Where your name never quite erased.

[Final Chorus]
In the pause, in the maybe,
In the quiet that remade me,
You were the echo, I was the flame,
And neither of us left quite the same.
I loved you,
Not loud, but true,
In the pause where I still return to you.