072 Where Your Name Should Be
Lyrics
they never raised their voice in here
no cracked glass no public stain
just winter folded into tailored sleeves
a kindness pressed too smooth to breathe
they touched each word before it fell
turned every edge to something clean
the table held the faces held
the air did something in between
no one said don’t come in
no one had to
the room stayed level
still something cooled around you
not with a slammed door
with temperature
with posture
with a pause held where your name should be
the lesson lands in softer clothes
no bruise you can convincingly name
a patient mouth a level hand
your mistake becomes a stage
someone lets a silence bloom
right where a welcome should have been
someone wears concern so well
it settles on them like a skin
no one points toward the line
still everybody leans just off it
the shift is in the timing
so slight you almost thank it
not with a slammed door
with temperature
with posture
one note lands and folds back in
another hangs a beat too long
the room keeps both hands folded
and turns a little anyway
the gate stays closed but the hand on the latch remains velvet
the gate stays closed but the hand on the latch remains velvet
no shove
no break in voice
just the hinge learning your weight
white cups cooling on the table
blue light glazing every face
the window settles on one chair
leaves one outside its grace
a laugh arrives already distant
starched cuffs pass the pane
by the time you feel the missing
nothing in the room looks changed
not with a slammed door
with temperature
with posture
the room keeps all its manners
the room keeps both hands clean
and still you leave there carrying
a smaller version of your name
the room stays roomshaped
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