Mia Del Soul, The Soul Jazz Era Blue Hour Confession

I have been carrying a sentence in my coat
Folded with the receipts and the keys to the old apartment
It says I was afraid, it says I let you go
It says I still remember how your hands felt in the dark
The sky is not night yet, the street is not day
There is a little honest light left in the gray
This is my blue hour confession
I loved you, and I learned my lesson
Not every ending is a door slammed shut
Sometimes it is the truth saying, This is enough
I don't want to rewrite the year we had
It held some of the best things and some of the worst I have
I just want to say your name without losing mine
Want to remember the good without calling it a sign
If we meet in another life, I hope we take it slow
Ask better questions, let the quiet show
Tonight I am not asking you to turn around
I am giving back the silence, and I am standing on my ground
This is my blue hour confession
I loved you, and I learned my lesson
Not every ending is a door slammed shut
Sometimes it is the truth saying, This is enough
The sky turns violet, then the first star comes through
I keep the light, I leave the rest with you