Last Coffee in the Kitchen

Your cup’s still in the sink

Lipstick on the rim

Chair pulled halfway out

Like you might walk back in

Clock stuck at the minute

You slammed that screen door

Silence in this hallway

I never heard before

You’re gone

But your ghost’s in everything

In the drawers

In the dust

In this old wedding ring

I keep talking to your shadow

Like you’re just running late

You left me

With your leaving

And this house full of your shape

Two shirts on the hanger

One never got worn

Suitcase left a pale square

On the closet floor

Your name on a letter

I can’t make myself send

Writing how I’m doing

Then crossing out “the end”

You’re gone

But your ghost’s in everything

In the drawers

In the dust

In this old wedding ring

I keep talking to your shadow

Like you’re just running late

You left me

With your leaving

And this house full of your shape

I play our old records (oh, babe)

Needle finds your laugh

Hear you in the crackle

Then the moment passes

I reach across the mattress

Just to prove it’s real

Cold side of the pillow

Is the only hand I feel

You’re gone

But your ghost’s in everything

In the drawers

In the dust

In this old wedding ring

I keep talking to your shadow

Like you’re just running late

You left me

With your leaving

And this heart that came

Too

Late