Lyric

I saved the small things

I never gave

A folded sweater

A warmer plate

The cup of water

By your side

The window closed

Against the rain

I had a softness

In my hands

But I kept waiting

For the right time

Then time walked out

With your coat

And left that softness

Here with mine

It was not proof

It was not debt

It was not something

You should owe

Still, I kept

A quiet warmth

With nowhere soft

For it to go

What do I do

With the tenderness

Left in my hands

After you are gone

Where does it rest

When it was true

But never reached

The one it knew

I do not want

To be seen for it

I only do not

Know where it belongs

I check the weather

Then look away

Like care itself

Has learned restraint

I pass the store

You used to hate

And think of bread

You would not buy

The habits stayed

Without a home

Small little mercies

Out of place

I cannot give them

To someone else

They still remember

Your quiet face

Maybe kindness

After leaving

Is just grief

With cleaner hands

Maybe love

Can still be real

And never make

Another demand

What do I do

With the tenderness

Left in my hands

After you are gone

Where does it rest

When it was true

But never reached

The one it knew

I do not want

To be seen for it

I only do not

Know where it belongs

I will not carry

This to your door

And call it something

You should receive

I will not turn

My unused care

Into a reason

To make you see

Some love remains

Without a witness

Some warmth survives

Without a name

It was not wasted

Just because

It never arrived

The way it came

What do I do

With the tenderness

Left in my hands

After you are gone

All this kindness

I kept inside

Has nowhere soft

To go tonight

I do not ask

You to return

Or make a place

For what I feel

I keep it quiet

I keep it warm

And let it stay

Unclaimed but real