Verse 1

Your blue mug waits beside the sink

A pale ring drying where it stood

I fold the note you left for me

Though every crease says what it should

Pre-Chorus

The hallway keeps your measured pace

My hands still reach for your old place

Chorus

I miss you in the smallest things

The kettle click, the door that swings

I tell the room that I’ll be fine

Then hear your name between the lines

Verse 2

Your coat is gone from the wooden hook

One loose thread clings to my sleeve

I turn the page, I shut the book