Blue Light Apartment

Your silence lights this room

Two-thirteen on the microwave clock
And the city hums behind the glass
My phone face-up on the pillow
Like a small moon that will not pass
Your hoodie sleeps on the chair back
One sleeve hanging toward the floor
The plant you bought me by the window
I water like an apology, nothing more

I could call, but then you win
You could call, but then I do
So we let a little screen
Keep making ghosts of me and you

Blue light apartment
Your silence lights this room
I keep reaching for a name
That never reaches through

Pride is just a locked screen
Pretending it is proof

The takeout bag still on the counter
Has two forks and only mine
I keep the second like a habit
Like hunger might reverse time
I type "hey", then erase it
Type "are you up", then see myself
Begging inside one little line
So I put the phone down on the shelf

I could call, but then I bend
You could call, but then you break
Maybe love is not the winner
Maybe love is what we say

Blue light apartment
Your silence lights this room
I keep reaching for a name
That never reaches through

I'm done worshipping silence
Like it makes me strong somehow
I don't need the perfect sentence
I need one brave word now

I press send, then stop breathing
One grey bubble in the dark
Not a speech, not a rescue
Just my voice without armour

Blue light apartment
Tonight I finally move
Pride was just a locked screen
I was scared to lose

If you answer, I will listen
Your silence lights this room