Ah ah Mmhh Paper sleeping in metal drawers I still see you in unfinished rooms Sitting sideways near the window No words crossing through your mouth Only sleeves against pale curtains Water climbed through handwritten lines Blue ink spreading into islands Two photographs glued face to face Summer trapped inside their edges Ah ah Morning leaves the bed too quickly Nothing closed properly Nothing stayed where it was left Mailbox animals scratching softly Under piles of damp paper We said “later” quietly We let seasons answer back Mailbox animals turning slowly Inside rust beneath the latch I found your number in an older phone The screen lit up without movement Last exchange buried in grey bubbles Dates bending out of sequence Mutual friends speak carefully now Half-recognized across cold tables Tiny pauses after your name Someone changing subjects gently Mmhh The room keeps silent after everyone leaves Well... Maybe people never disappear Maybe they thin into small reactions Tiny movements carried forward Without permission Without notice Ah ah Nothing closed properly Nothing asked to disappear Mailbox animals growing quieter Under layers of dry dust We said “later” quietly Now the sound barely remains Mailbox animals settling slowly Inside metal after rain Mmhh Ah ah
