(Spoken word / whispered vocals – Verse 1) Cold butter Wilted herbs The wine’s gone sour The oil congealed I walk the kitchen like a graveyard Every tool remembers Every drawer we slammed Every bite we never took (Verse 2) There’s a note on the fridge Not yours. Mine. "Don’t forget to feel something." But I forgot anyway. I peel back foil like memories Scrape dried sauce from a pan that never cooled It’s quiet now. It’s always quiet now. (Bridge – low melody returns) She loved the smell of garlic I loved pretending I knew what I was doing The oven door hangs open Like a question never answered (Ending line – near silence) I could clean it all But then I’d forget what we ruined
