Soft Hands · Album · Track 1
20 Aug 2026 · 3:10 · R&B & Soul · 153 plays
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He never said it. Not once, in my hearing.
What he did was check my tyres before a long drive
without mentioning that he'd checked them.
Sorted the insurance. Rang about the boiler.
Turned up at eight in the morning with a ladder
for a job I hadn't asked him about yet.
And I used to want the sentence.
I wanted the actual sentence —
Logistics of love. (logistics of love)
A full tank. A fixed door.
A man up a ladder saying nothing at all.
I got so much of it.
I never got it in words.
Now I catch myself doing it back:
I send my sister money and no message.
I fix her laptop and I don't call after.
I have got extremely good at proving it
to people who would rather just be told,
and I know that. I know exactly what I'm doing.
It's a language with no mouth in it.
It works, and it costs something —
Everything arriving as a favour.
Nothing ever arriving as a word.
Not a failure. It's a tool.
It's the only tool I got.
So I'm practising in the car.
Out loud, to nobody, like a lunatic.
Four words. Same four words.
You'd think it'd be easier by now.
He gave me everything he had
in the only currency he was issued.
But I rang him from the car park
and I said it. And he went quiet.
And then he said it back.
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