Salt on Linen

You left salt on the linen

By the edge of the bed

Little white shoreline

Where your fingertips led

I fold up the morning

Like a shirt in a suitcase

Still warm in my hands

Still you on my face

And I keep moving slow

Like the tide at the dock

One step back, two steps close

When your name hits the clock

Come back soft

Come back near

Stay this close

Stay right here

Salt on linen

Salt on linen

Leave your shape in my chair

I caught your laugh in the hallway

Hanging off the wall

In the spoon by the sink

In the crack of the call

You say we never miss much

But you know what we lose

A little blue thread in the hem

A little fire in the muse

And I keep moving slow

Like the tide at the dock

One step back, two steps close

When your name hits the clock

Come back soft

Come back near

Stay this close

Stay right here

Salt on linen

Salt on linen

Leave your shape in my chair

If the moon wants the harbor

Let it pull what it can

I’ll keep one cup waiting

And your old ring in my hand

No big words, no warning

Just your shoulder, my skin

Let the night roll easy

Let it let you in

Come back soft

Come back near

Stay this close

Stay right here

Salt on linen

Salt on linen

Leave your shape in my chair