I packed my bags and left the house we once loved in, drove fast and far from the memories I’m stuck with:

Shattered glasses and promises in pieces, smashed plates without conviction, we made art in that kitchen.

You broke my heart in that kitchen.

Kiss sweet mornings of drip coffee and cream, I still feel your hands on me in the sunlight.

Honeymoon nights of tables, birds, and the bees, I still see the stars through the skylight.

I’m telling you, we made art in that kitchen.

And with you I could have painted a thousand pictures worth a billion words and I never would have pictured this

Any tool on a thousand canvases in a billion styles and I never would have pictured this

The kitchen heard tales of the future, whispers of a family, vows of forever.

It sowed the seeds of our most tender moments and baked them into treasure.

But the treasure’s been lost. The moments were fleeting. Because everything changed when I knew you would leave me.

We stood in the kitchen together… hand-in-hand… and read the letter… that they could do nothing… and he would never get better…

We stood in the kitchen, ruining every memory of every smile and every kiss. Because remembering that kitchen is just remembering this:

Shattered glasses and promises in pieces, smashed plates without conviction, love died in the kitchen.

So I packed up and I left and I drove and I drove but every time I blinked I’d see the sink and the stove and I’d think to myself let it go let it go but I don’t cause I can’t cause I’m here and you’re gone and the truth is I’m afraid that I will always be alone because you were my person my place, my home, and there, in the kitchen, with you, is where I belong