Lavender Hour

Bathwater's gone cold around me, lavender oil drifting like a map

Your polaroid is taped to my mirror, corner curling where the summer snapped

I lit the candle you left in March, watched the wick drown in its own war

I know better, I know better, but my better never knows the score

One more minute in this water

One more minute and I'm done

This is the lavender hour, when I almost call

Third voicemail this week and I deleted them all

Soft skin, hard lessons, steam on the glass

I'm learning to love me in the lavender hour at last

Towel like a queen's robe down the hallway, 11:40 on a Tuesday night

I cook for one now, plate it pretty, eat it slow by candlelight

Your hoodie's in the donation bag, been sitting by the door a week

Some goodbyes are a muscle, getting stronger when they're weak

This is the lavender hour, when I almost call

Third voicemail this week and I deleted them all

Soft skin, hard lessons, steam on the glass

I'm learning to love me in the lavender hour at last

Almost isn't calling, almost isn't yours

The water's cold, I'm warmer now

I don't wait up anymore