"I keep thinking of the door the way it sounds when it closes behind me soft, certain, like a promise I meant to keep but..." — Confession from ph | AFKConfessions

I keep thinking of the door the way it sounds when it closes behind me soft, certain, like a promise I meant to keep but tonight I am still here under lights that never dim with clocks that don’t understand longing I carry you in small ways in the pause before I answer someone else in the quiet sip of coffee gone cold in the spaces between tasks where your name almost escapes my mouth home is not a place tonight it is the thought of you waiting