Afterwords

(ahhhh) The door clicks shut against the frame

Your keys are still sitting on the sill

I hear the radiator hum its tune

Everything in here is terribly still

Two coffee cups beside the sink

One half-empty, growing cold

I keep waiting for the turn of

footsteps on the stair

Wondering how an entire life

Just dissolves into thin air

Now the silence has a weight I cannot hold

The house is full of room we used to fill

We said all the words we had to say And nothing hurts

quite like being still

(oh, being still)

I took your coat down from the hook And folded it across

the chair It still holds the cedar and the rain

Like you're still standing right back there

I walk the perimeter of every room

Learning how to breathe alone

Now the silence has a weight I cannot hold

The house is full of room we used to fill

We said all the words we had to say And nothing hurts

quite like being still

(yeah, being still)

No shouting at the end

No slammed front doors

Just a quiet white flag

On the wooden floors (hmmmmm)

Just being still (still)