La Mochila en la Puerta

The house sounds different at night
As if he knew what was going to happen
The lights were turned off early
And silence learns to speak

The backpack is waiting at the door
It hasn't moved for hours
It weighs less than my thoughts
But it costs more to load

I didn't say anything during dinner
Nobody asked any extra questions
There are things that, when named
They start to really hurt

The backpack at the door
And sleep refuses to come
Tomorrow the landscape changes
But I'm having trouble sleeping tonight

The backpack at the door
It says what I couldn't say
I'm not leaving because it doesn't hurt
I'm leaving because I have to go

The clock always shows the same reading
As if mocking me
Every second becomes a memory
Before it became ir

The walls hold stories
That don't fit on the skin
Some promises are never broken
They only stay here too

There are no big goodbyes
Not a single tear to show
Just a knot growing slowly
Just before closing

The backpack at the door
And sleep refuses to come
Tomorrow the landscape changes
But I'm having trouble sleeping tonight

The backpack at the door
It says what I couldn't say
I'm not leaving because it doesn't hurt
I'm leaving because I have to go

If this place could talk
Maybe he would tell me: Come back
But to stay out of habit
He also knows how to break

The backpack at the door
He asks no further questions and waits no more
When dawn breaks early
I'm going to learn to let go

The backpack at the door
It is not cowardice or running away
It's the hardest step
Before we continue