Condolence Suit

[Verse 1]
The polyblend suit from the discount on Cermak
Hangs in a plastic bag, a question I won't ask.
I practice your name at a microphone that isn't there,
Bracing for the static in the sanctuary air.

[Chorus]
And they'll say my Spanish is broken,
Another piece of you I couldn't keep from choking.
It’s the future tense apology I draft in my head
For all the important words I'll leave unsaid.

[Verse 2]
But last week, the kitchen smelled of masa and heat,
You were yelling at the Cubs, spilling soda on your feet.
You saw the crack in the plaster of my face and you said,
"Mi'ja, ¿qué pasa? You look like you've seen the dead."

[Bridge]
And I wanna say it's nothing,
Just the Pink Line rumbling, the whole city humming,
Just the ghost of a language on the tip of my tongue.

[Outro]
The polyblend suit is waiting in the back
For a day that I am never getting back.