No Resolution

I can't remember if I apologized
I'd assume not
As you taught, I just avert my eyes
Now it's December here
I guess I'll write you in another year
And I hope he sends his regards too
'Cause the house doesn't hold much more of you
A safe space, a quiet place
Artificial bouquet in a closet display
A safe space, a quiet place
A cerulean vase, an extended stay

He approached that Sunday and said
He was able to reconnect with some of your old friends
Offered him a position with them
I know that would make you content
Hopefully in some way you can still hear him play
Reading next to him on those hot summer days
The doors open, the warm summer breeze
The major 7th, and the do-re-mi

Take what you want
Tomorrow it's gone
Take what you want
Porcelain walls