Turn the Phone Face Down

Three little dots became my day I watched them come and fade away You walked in late with tired eyes I had a case prepared to try You said, I need to hear you breathe Not read the worst of what you mean Turn the phone face down Let the room get loud Tell me what your silence means I'm right here, talk to me Your father's tests had taken weeks You didn't know which fear to speak I took your hand across the plate And let my clever questions wait Turn the phone face down Let the room get loud Tell me what your silence means I'm right here, talk to me We can't be close by being fast Some things need more than glass The screen went dark beneath your sleeve You said the thing you couldn't type to me Turn the phone face down Let the room get loud Tell me what your silence means I'm right here, talk to me The kitchen clock kept steady time Your hand stayed warm in mine