Curtains half-open, light spills in
You and I, wrapped in linen skin
Coffee on the window ledge
Still too close to fall again
You don’t ask, but I still stay
In the quiet, I drift away
Moments folded like paper cranes
Sittin’ soft between the rain
I trace the lines where sunlight lay
Memories slow dance, slip away
If love’s a whisper, then this is it
Curtains swayin’, we silently fit