Apartment Breeze

You sent another three-minute voice note Pretending that the pose was completely

candid

Standing right outside your green apartment door

(hmmm) I almost knocked,

but then I hesitated

And that thrift-store mirror selfie

Still stays visible on my screen

We are frozen in a silver frame

And everything in between (ooh,

yeah)

Ah,

we are waiting for the lights to fade Yeah,

we are waiting for the final call

No more words left to be delayed

Just our shadows on the wall

Your voice is looping on a quiet thread

Speaking of plans that we both left unsaid

I see the glass

where the reflection cleared

But you just laughed like nothing changed this year