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Digital Silence

Over & Over

Butch 4 Butch

Took me a long, long while
to know what quiet feels like.
Your love came in like thunder,
left the windows rattlin’ every night.
Now the air is finally still,
coffee stays warm in the cup,
and I’m learnin’ a new kind of silence
where the rooms don’t feel half-dug up.

There’s a man on the far edge of tomorrow,
walkin’ slow, takin’ his time.
He’s carryin’ something softer
than the freight you left behind.
I don’t know his footsteps yet,
but I swear they won’t sound like chains—
more like a tune that forgets to hurt,
a song that don’t try to inflict the pain.

You were all sharp corners,
whiskey breath and old crimes,
a love that needed warning lights
and a lawyer for the good times.
Now I’m waitin’ for a different flavor,
ripe fruit instead of rust,
someone with hands that don’t bargain,
and a voice that don’t cost trust.

There’s a man on the far edge of tomorrow,
walkin’ slow, takin’ his time.
He’s carryin’ something softer
than the freight you left behind.
I don’t know his footsteps yet,
but I swear they won’t sound like rain—
more like a tune that forgets to hurt,
a song that don’t try to inflict the pain.

Maybe he’ll speak in small sentences,
like he’s saving the world by listening.
Maybe his laugh will feel like a door
that never needed a key.
Some folks love like a headline,
loud for a day then gone—
but some love like a porch light
that just keeps staying on.

There’s a man on the far edge of tomorrow,
walkin’ slow, takin’ his time.
He’s carryin’ something softer
than the freight you left behind.
I don’t know his footsteps yet,
but I swear they won’t sound like rain—
more like a tune that forgets to hurt,
a song that don’t rehearse the pain.

When he comes, I’ll know it
by the way my shoulders fall—
like my name hangs easy in the air,
like I ain’t in court at all.
No more lovin’ that feels like payback,
no more nights that ask for proof—
just a kiss that lands like daylight
finding its way through a cracked-up roof.

There’s a man on the far edge of tomorrow,
walkin’ slow, takin’ his time.
He’s carryin’ something softer
than the freight you left behind.
And I won’t have to beg the future
to repair what’s come undone—
he’ll show me love was never meant
to be anything but kind, and won.

Body

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