Compile Error

Line forty-seven won't compile

I've been staring at the same mistake

the cursor blinks like something trying to ask me what it's going

to take

the window holds the storm outside the glass is cold against the

room I turned the overhead light off hours ago I work better

in the blue her charger's still beside the socket I keep stepping

over it like a word you can't stop almost saying like a

sentence with no end to it

he used to call the screen his second weather

the glow of it would fill the hall at night

I'd find him there at two,

at three, at four a.m.

already somewhere I could not arrive

I learned the sound of keys

the way you learn a person's breathing

the rhythm of it steady past the point

where I stopped listening

for my name

the rain has filled the whole street up to somewhere

the trees are doing things I've never named I should commit the

branch and close the laptop

instead I watch the window take the blame

there was a night she fell asleep beside me her hair across

the mousepad like a spill

I worked around her

careful

like a variable

I thought I'd always

have the room to fill

the error's in the logic,

not the language (language) the problem isn't something I can fix (fix)

you can't debug the way a silence volumes (volumes)

you can't refactor what was never (never)

written

line forty-seven still won't compile

but the rain has slowed to something I can bear I'll leave

the charger by the socket till the morning

I'll pretend that I don't know it's still there the cursor blinks

the cursor blinks

the cursor