Empty Arms
By Raymond Livingston
I held you once like a fragile dream,
Soft in my hands, or so it seemed.
You felt like home when the nights were long,
A quiet place where I belonged.
But morning came and you slipped away,
Like fading stars at break of day.
Now all I have is this empty room,
Your name still hanging in the gloom.
You said forever, I believed,
Now forever's something I can't reach.
These empty arms still call your name,
Still reach through dark and feel the same.
I hold the air where you used to be,
While your goodbye keeps haunting me.
These empty arms don't know how to let go,
They're holding on to a love you don't know.
You left me here beneath these stars —
A heart full of hurt and empty arms.
Your hand in mine made shadows small,
Made every silence feel like a song.
Now silence screams inside my head,
And every word you said feels dead.
I tell the ghosts about us still,
About the ways you made time stand still.
They never answer, they just stare,
Like they know you're not coming there.
I'm not angry, I just ache,
Like something beautiful you chose to break.
These empty arms still call your name,
Still reach through dark and feel the same.
I hold the air where you used to be,
While your goodbye keeps haunting me.
These empty arms don't know how to let go,
They're holding on to a love you don't know.
You left me here beneath these stars —
A heart full of hurt and empty arms.
Like a teddy bear on a cold wood floor,
Torn at the seams, left by the door.
I wait for someone to pick me up,
But love ran dry and hope gave up.
Was I a moment you forgot too soon?
A passing shadow beneath your moon?
'Cause being loved, then left behind,
Is the kind of pain that steals your mind.
These empty arms still call your name,
But echoes never answer the same.
I hold the air where you used to be,
Trying to make you come back to me.
These empty arms are all I own,
Holding a heart that's cold as stone.
You left me here with all these scars —
A heart full of hurt and empty arms.
So here I stand, hands open wide,
Waiting for a voice that already died.
Still reaching out through all this harm —
With nothing left but empty arms.
