Recipes She Sang

I'm learning how to lose the songs she hummed at night,
The way she spoke in measures, cups, and spoons.
I'm standing where she stood, the kitchen fading light,
These recipes she sang won't follow me home.
I could stay here till the stars come out,
Pretend she's in the other room.
But dusk won't wait,
And neither will the doubt that I've forgotten half her tunes.
I'm learning how to lose the songs she hummed at night,
The way she spoke in measures, cups, and spoons.
I'm standing where she stood, the kitchen fading light,
These recipes she sang won't follow me home.