The Letter Beside the Mug

An unopened letter on the table beside a chipped blue mug

Morning light crawls slow across the wood

And I still don't dare to touch

'Cause it might be you and that paper full

It might be the words I fear

So I sit with the silence holding my breath

And let the day disappear

The kettle's gone cold, the curtains sway

A quiet house knows my name

I trace the edge of the envelope

Like it could answer pain

'Cause it might be you

And that paper fold

It might be the words I feared

So I sit with the silence

Holding my breath

Disappear

Maybe I know before I run

Some things can change a room

Still I keep my hand from the seal

In the hush between me and you

'Cause that might be you

In that pick or fold

And I′d be the words I feared

So I sit with the silence

Holding my breath

And let the day death set in