The best Country lines from the corpus.

Your shadow ghosts across the window

Thumb worn smooth where his hand went before

Brought tea when the house was coldest and stayed until dawn

Yellow against the gray morning

Brought hot whiskey when the house went quiet and stayed until dawn

I've never seen you throw a shadow

The kind of broke that sits behind your eyes on every drive

Tea steeped dark in the cup she painted blue

These hands that gave help are shaking while they receive it

But alone just built a house that's not a home

Got your jaw, got your way of saying nothing

Bitter tea in the mug my daughter made

Keys warm in my palm like a promise

Maybe home isn't something you deserve / Maybe it just is

Pie tastes like memory, sweet turned bitter

Radio hum fills the space where prayer should be

I can work a twelve-hour shift but not a dinner party

Pie's still warm but tastes like rust and lies

But I deleted your contact last Tuesday

The brew's gone cold / But the foundation holds

Wind through broken glass sounds like me trying not to breathe

The worst part is I was proud

I turned toward something that will not grow cold

Your name leaves rust between my teeth

Every wrench you turned was your way to say it

Pie's still warm but cuts like barbed fence

Love means holding what remains

Hold her little fingers steady as a prayer

But the chair beside the bed knows the way love looks

Ring left a mark even after she was gone