Lyric

Nothing fell

No glass gave me away

I kept the lamp on

And let the evening stay

My hands moved slowly

Cup to sink, key to tray

A person can come undone

And still look arranged

I did not make a scene

I made a smaller life

Put the hurt in clean corners

Kept the curtains white

No one had to witness

What I could not repair

I broke so quietly

The room kept standing there

You would have missed it

The breath I could not take

The way my mouth stopped asking

For what you would not say

I folded all my panic

Into something almost kind

Then carried it politely

Through the ordinary light

There was no final sentence

No shaking in the frame

Just a colder kind of damage

Learning how to use my name

I did not come apart

The way stories say we do

No floor beneath me opened

No storm came tearing through

I only got more careful

With every place I ached

And called it being stable

When I was losing shape

One plate

One chair

One window

Too much air

One coat

One light

One body

Acting right

If I looked almost peaceful

It was practiced, it was thin

I had trained every fracture

Not to show beneath my skin

Some endings never thunder

They just lower every sound

Until the heart keeps beating

But refuses to be found