Verse 1

I keep your old note folded in my coat

Ink gone soft where the rain got through

You wrote “come home” beside a crooked heart

I read it twice, then I thought of you

The kitchen clock skips every seventh tick

Your blue cup waits by the window sill

I tell my friends that I’m doing fine

Then take the long way past your hill

Chorus

I’m still learning how to live with the quiet

How to leave one room and not look behind

I carry the words I never got right

Like a small stone I keep turning in my mind

Verse 2

Dad’s work gloves hang by the basement door

One thumb split from a winter shift