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