Lyric

I wrote your name too early

Then took it off the line

The screen went soft and empty

Like it was giving me time

I changed “I miss the old days”

To “Hope you’re doing well”

That sounded almost decent

And nothing like myself

Still in the Drafts

Not gone, not sent

Just warm enough

To not forget

The coffee turned to daylight

My thumb stayed near the blue

I didn’t want an answer

I wanted one less truth

Maybe restraint is mercy

Maybe silence knows

How to hold a feeling

Without making it go

I keep it where it almost lives

A sentence with no door

Not asking to be opened

Not closing anymore