The bell above the door clicks twice
A sound too soft for second tries
Cold shelves line up like sleeping thoughts
Each hour shaped by things I've lost
No one calls my name in here
But I return year after year
This place forgets yet knows my pain
A quiet hum,
a waiting space
A freezer hums, the air stands still
Behind the glass, the warmth I fill
A price tag swings without the wind Much like a start I didn't begin
No one calls my name in here
But I return year after year
This place forgets yet knows my pain
A quiet hum,
a waiting space
Nothing's open past the heart
Except this door and falling apart
I trace the dust around my shoe
The floor reflects a me I knew
I didn't shop, I didn't speak
Just stayed to breathe in something weak
No one calls my name in here
But I return year after year
This place forgets yet knows my pain
A quiet hum,
a waiting space
And when the light begins to shift
I leave without the things I missed