The best R&B lines from the corpus.

Holds your blue mug like a prayer

I traced it with my finger 'til it felt like a wedding ring

I came back wrong but you came running anyway

Pick up dry cleaning, when the sun hits three

I'm still pressing my mouth to the dark

I ate humble like bread, I drank 'not yet' like rain

Counted steps from bed to door

Turn off my phone when I pass your street

Tank reads full but something's running dry

Phone still warm from reading

I'm standing here and holding nothing

Like my hands don't shake

Your jacket hung by the door used to hold your voice

And I nodded, throat closing like a fist

The creak by the door — that was always me

I built a house of held breath and called it home

Let the Gulf receive me like a congregation on its feet

Bare feet sliding cross these kitchen tiles

Coffee gone cold, sage on the wind

There were nights I almost shut this door.

Burns orange through his eyelids

And quiet became your only language

I walked through on a Tuesday — and I'm still there

Pale band where my wedding ring lived

Turns strangers into co-conspirators when you talk

You leave without leaving

Red clay teaching me to walk

God, I'm so damn tired of catching myself before I fall

But watercolors run when the light gets through

love's not something that I fall into / It's something that I do