I
sent a line to fill the hour
Just two short lines about a flower
Didn't expect you'd choose to read
My name out slow between the feet
You said it twice,
then paused the beat Like maybe it had tasted sweet
Then partly cloudy after one And I forgot what I had done
Mentioned on air,
midday light Your voice turned quiet into bright
I leaned in close,
though you weren't near And heard my name,
then disappeared
The fan was soft,
my breath was thin You read it once like it was known
Like somehow you had called your own I knew you wouldn't say it twice
But still I waited just in case
The page turned slow,
I held my knee The roof creaked faint above the tea
That single line you tucked in there Still plays at dusk,
still haunts the air
Mentioned on air,
midday light Your voice turned quiet into bright
I leaned in close,
though you weren't near And heard my name,
then disappeared