Quietly Drifting Down

I’m Doing Okay

But It’s Still Okay

I Miss the You Who Was Still Growing

As You Drift Away, Call My Name

What Remained After Winter Was You

When the Scent Settles

A Sentence Made of Mirrors

Outside the Window

The Cracks Where You Tremble

Only After It All Passed

Like

Seasons Becoming Alike

Still, Because It’s Love

Beautiful Days, Just My Age

You Came to Mind