Lyric

You said it was temporary

Just a few nights here

One bag by the doorway

One glass by the sink

The water moved below us

Slow against the wall

I learned your morning footsteps

Through the thin hall

Now the room is almost empty

But not empty enough

There is still a little evidence

Of being almost loved

I do not know

What to do with the space

Your coat left a shape

That the hook cannot erase

Nothing dramatic ended

Nothing shattered in my hand

But your absence keeps opening

Where your presence used to stand

The kettle clicks at seven

Like it still expects two

The window keeps the weather

You used to look through

A receipt in the drawer

A coin on the floor

Small things stay behind

When people leave the door

I thought temporary

Meant easy to lose

But even short stays

Leave permanent rooms

I do not know

What to do with the space

Your coat left a shape

That the hook cannot erase

Nothing dramatic ended

Nothing shattered in my hand

But your absence keeps opening

Where your presence used to stand

I could mail it back

I could leave it outside

I could say it meant nothing

And almost be right

But some little object

Can hold too much air

A quiet permission

For someone still there

I do not know

What to do with the space

Your coat left a shape

That the hook cannot erase

Nothing dramatic ended

Nothing shattered in my hand

But your absence keeps opening

Where your presence used to stand

I keep The Spare Key by the Canal

Where I can still understand