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There’s boxes in a cold room. I’m standing by the stairs. I search for symmetry and reason to explain the coming season that I’m not quite sure is there. I weave myself into a narrative so I can try and understand. These rooms contain sections and pieces that I’m struggling to believe might now be coming to an end. I see you standing in the front room, your eyes alive with hopes and plans. Taking new measurements and leaving out the context we believed built the foundation where we stand. Relieved, but terrified of leaving here. This crowded room is all that’s left of celebrations, life, and grieving. All significance and meaning I assume you will forget. For the first time in my life I wish that I was younger. That I could go and restore my now fleeting sense of wonder. That I could still be an optimist, as if all the best parts of life weren’t behind me. I counted down the months and the day came. It’s hard to think just how we let it drift away. And with love, we will sing to the love we will leave. Now there are boxes in a truck bed. I’ll leave my key under the mat. There’s nothing left to do but go, and know that we will not be back.

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from Sometimes You Have to Leave, released November 14, 2020

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