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Your jacket's still draped on the chair from Sunday

To hold someone's breaking without fixing

Your door left cracked means he's staying, dishes in the sink means you're alone

Piano lid closing

Two different ways to want the same woman

The hull above / A dark comma / Against bright page

The sound of you being careful / With our small, breakable world

Home is not the place I left — it's how I'm learning to

All these brass teeth getting warm in my hand

I was already expecting you to leave

Morning arithmetic for one

These hands know how to hold what's heavy

I spent forty years looking for something I was holding

Hands in my pockets when you needed strong

Pass the salt, you said so easy / Three words, no weight

How do you miss what you helped kill

Is the only thing I know how to give

Non con grida ma con luce che si sposta

Phone still warm from reading

First lie I'd ever tell you