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点击复制Little kitchen
Tuesday rain
Steam curls up from the porcelain
Lip of the cup
Chipped like a secret
You always sat in that crooked chair
I’m singing to a glass teacup
As if it could carry my plea
“Come back
Come back
” in a cracked high C
The spoon keeps turning in circles
Like the day you let it fall
And I am holding everything
Everything but you
Your coat still hangs by the silent door
Sleeve half-turned
As if you’d reach again
I set a place
Pour an extra measure
Watch the clock draw lines on the wall
I’m singing to a glass teacup
As if it could answer for you
“Come back
Come back
” in a thin
Bright hue
The spoon keeps turning in circles
Silver sun in a shallow pool
And I am holding everything
Everything but you