Your blue cup’s still beside the sink I turn it over, set it down The little crack along the rim Still catches where the light comes through I tell myself the room is fine Then hear your key in every sound I keep the door the way you left it Though I know you won’t come through I keep the words I meant to tell you Folded where the old ones grew If letting go is what you need Then let me learn to let you go Your blue cup’s still beside the sink I turn it over, set it down The little crack along the rim Still catches where the light comes through I tell myself the room is fine Then hear your key in every sound I keep the door the way you left it Though I know you won’t come through I keep the words I meant to tell you Folded where the old ones grew If letting go is what you need Then let me learn to let you go
