Faded Posies

[Verse 1]
The dent from the pickle jar you dropped in the fall
(A cappella) still winks by the heat vent when light hits the wall.
I count all the patterns the Clorox has thinned,
another year's dirt on another year's wind.
The scrape of the chair legs, a slow, aching drag,
the loose thread you pulled from the Kenova feed bag.

[Chorus]
I wear all your leaving, a map of the thread,
the scuffs and the silence around your old bed.
Just faded posies, a crack in the tile,
holding the weight of it all for a while.

[Verse 2]
I remember the hum of the fridge through the night,
your bare feet were cold in the small pilot light.
You whispered to Daniel, "'I swear I won't tell'"
a secret that sank like a rock in a well.

[Chorus]
I wear all your leaving, a map of the thread,
the scuffs and the silence around your old bed.
Just faded posies, a crack in the tile,
holding the weight of it all for a while.

[Bridge]
The day that the screen door slammed shut for good,
a glass hit my face and just... SHATTERED.
I felt the vibration, a sharp, sudden cold,
a story too tangled and fast to be told.

[Outro]
Just dust motes are dancing now.
The sun makes me warm.