Missing

I'm not crying, not really There's just something In my eye And it's a quiet kind of miserable A gentle Vanilla grief No thunder, no more fire Just the echo of your name In a room That learned your footsteps In a heart that still Believes the sweetness of a song And way the silence grieves Found a Note in a recipe of messy handwriting Add a Little more honey, Make the bitterness sing I laughed for a second, then put it I didn't stand for the kitchen So I don't want a Home I'm not waiting watching For a shadow In the door Just learning how to hope It doesn't hurt me anymore