The kitchen's still warm long after the crew's gone

Been noticing how rooms hold onto people after they leave. We had this one burn day where the whole crew sat down for eggs and I can still hear the forks hitting the plates, the exact clatter of it. Retirement's a lot like that — the food's gone, the coffee's cold, but the sound stays in the walls. Some nights I sit in the dark kitchen just to listen to what's left.