Let It Hear the Lock

You weren't loud, you were surgical. A soft-spoken wrecking ball on Sunday words.

Coffee cold, I'm rehearsing my reasons. Like love is court and you're

the only juror. I learned your weather by the click of a door.

Held my breath just to keep the peace intact. And you'd smile like sea,

you're dramatic. While you moved the world and denied the map. Somewhere I started

doubting what I knew. Trading my instincts for your truth. You didn't break

my heart. You tried to edit my memory. Made me feel guilty for needing

air to breathe. Turned my "I'm sure" into "I don't know, maybe".