You stopped mentioning the small things
The way the light sat on the kitchen counter at four
You stopped asking what my day had held
And I stopped arranging my day to have an answer
September fell in small drops
And we were too polite to notice

The calendar thinned without our permission
Each date a smaller puddle on the floor
You left a sweater by the door in July
And I didn't move it until October
I didn't move it until October

September fell in small drops
A slow rain that didn't know
It was ending what it started
A slow rain that didn't know
The way the afternoon ends
By becoming evening without asking

You forgot to mention things you used to mention
I forgot to ask about the things I used to ask
The bookshelves got a little more crooked
And neither of us reached for the same shelf
September fell in small drops
And we were not yet raining

The coffee maker was the only witness to the timing
The kettle sang a little later each morning
The mail piled in a way that suggested fewer letters
The doormat got a little more honest
A little more honest

September fell in small drops
A slow rain that didn't know
It was ending what it started
A slow rain that didn't know
The way the afternoon ends
By becoming evening without asking

The way a love ends
Is not the way a season ends
It ends the way a window fogs
From one side
The other side doesn't even know it's happening

It ended the way the afternoon ends
By becoming evening
It ended the way the afternoon ends
By becoming evening without asking

And the small drops kept falling
And the small drops kept falling
After we had stopped calling it rain

September fell in small drops
A slow rain that didn't know
It was ending what it started
A slow rain that didn't know
The way the afternoon ends
By becoming evening without asking