Two cups on the table
One still warm, one going cold
I set them down from habit
Before my heart was told

Morning came soft through the curtain line
I reached for the cabinet like any other time
One for me, one for you
Half awake to the old routine
I poured the dark, watched the steam rise up
Then the room got still around the second cup
My hand knew first
Then memory caught up

Two cups on the table
One chair never moves
I keep making room
For the shape of you
It ain’t holding on
It ain’t letting go
It’s just love moving slow
With two cups on the table

There’s a ring on the wood where yours used to sit
A little pale moon that the morning hit
I wipe it once, then leave it there
Some kind of proof that you were air
I talk to the kitchen like it understands
Put both my elbows where they always land
And for one small second
I almost hear you laugh

Two cups on the table
One chair never moves
I keep making room
For the shape of you
It ain’t holding on
It ain’t letting go
It’s just love moving slow
With two cups on the table

Maybe tomorrow I’ll pour just one
Maybe I won’t feel guilty when the morning comes
Maybe the empty won’t feel so cruel
Maybe the memory can sit here too
And if I’m moving forward
It won’t mean I left you behind
Some love stays in the body
Some habits take their time

Two cups on the table
One chair never moves
I keep making room
For the shape of you
It ain’t holding on
It ain’t letting go
It’s just love moving slow

Two cups on the table
Sunlight coming through
One for the life I’m living
One for missing you
I take one in my hands
Leave one in the glow
Not healed, not hollow
Just learning how to go

Two cups on the table
One still warm, one going cold
I leave yours by the window
And let the morning hold