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A dusty late-evening beat about staring at an old conversation and wondering whether reopening it would be closure or simple boredom.
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The clock says 4:16 / The room has lost its edges / I was thinking about last June / Now I'm planning next December / There's a message on my phone / Half written, never sent / I can't remember who I meant / Or what I meant by it / The refrigerator comes on / A car moves down the street / Somewhere a door is closing / Someone else is waking up / I picture your old kitchen / The yellow bowl beside the sink / Then I'm choosing paint for somewhere / I've never seen or seen in dreams / Maybe sleep is just a room / Where the years forget their order / Where a summer can be tomorrow / And tomorrow can be gone / At 4:16 I remember / How you laughed before you left / Not the reason, not the ending / Just the shape of your face / Morning starts behind the curtains / The room becomes a room again / I close my eyes for one more minute / And let the two worlds overlap / One more minute / Before the day decides / Where I have been / And where I'm going
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