second cup of almost

Second cup of almost
Going cold on the table
You left your laugh in the doorway
Your coat on the kitchen chair

Slow drip of the daylight
On your half-finished fable
You said you’d just be a minute
You’re late by a couple years

I’m still here (still here)
Still here (still here)
Holdin’ space for a ghost
At the window
Every creek (every key)
Sounds a little like you come home
I’m still here
Still here

And the echo of your name in the hall
If almost was a place
I’d be living in it’s walls

Get your crooked bookmark
In the page you abandoned
That novel ends in the middle
Just like you walked off the scene

Neighbors keep asking
If I’m seeing someone
And I say “yeah, in the mirror”
But I know what they really mean

I’m still here (still here)
Still here (still here)
Holdin’ space for a ghost
At the window
Every creek (every key)
Sounds a little like you come home
I’m still here
Still here

And the echo of your name in the hall
If almost was a place
I’d be living in it’s walls

You said someday soon
But someday kept on driftin’
Like steam from a pot
Right past the ceiling

Did you find your tune
In another kitchen
Or are you somewhere too
Almost healing?

I’m still here (still here)
Still here (still here)
Holdin’ space for a ghost
At the window
Every creek (every key)
Sounds a little like you come home
I’m still here
Still here

And the echo of your name in the hall
If almost was a place
I’d be living in it’s walls

Second cup of almost
Finally, cool to the touch
I’ll pour you down the drain
Wonder if that’s asking too much?

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