2 A.M. Apology

Two a.m. in the half-lit kitchen

Cold linoleum beneath my toes

The hum of the old refrigerator

Is the only sound this house knows

I watch the tea turn dark and bitter Waiting on a word

that won't arrive Funny how the silence gets so heavy When you're

trying to keep a ghost alive

I spent a year

constructing reasons

To shield you from your own cold hands But looking at these

empty shadows I finally see exactly where I stand

There is no sorry coming down the

hall No sudden footsteps on the floor Just the

quiet truth against the wall And me not waiting anymore I poured

my heart into your hollow cup Now I'm the one who sweeps

the pieces up (sweeps them up)

The counter space is clear and empty

Your heavy coat is off the hook

I read the spaces you left vacant Like pages in a worn-out

book

You wanted me to plead for mercy

To beg you for some small release

But sitting in this dark blue corner

I’d rather have this bitter peace

I spent a year constructing reasons

To shield you from your own cold hands

But looking at these empty shadows

I finally see exactly where I stand

Let the quiet wash it all clean

Let the cold stove start to freeze

I am more than just a witness To your silent cruel disease

I am standing in the wreckage But I am standing on my

own

There is no sorry coming down the hall (no sorry)

No sudden footsteps on the floor Just the quiet truth against the

wall And me not waiting anymore I poured my

heart into your hollow cup Now I'm the one who sweeps the

pieces up (sweeps them up)

No sorry coming down the hall No footsteps anymore