she always hums snippets while she cleans (momma, I miss you)

Small snippets of wordless music come to my throat
I let them loose between closed lips and I'm reminded of home

Caffienated and a bit too deep for my liking

and you tell me of the songs you listened to while I cut your heart out
a surgeon and her song
I'm not sure what I'm allowed to feel
I was dancing to those songs while I forgot about your stories