Woke up with your name tangled in my hair  
Like the sunlight dancing on my chair  
I brewed a cup but forgot to drink  
Kept staring at nothing, just trying to think  
Did you even notice my quiet smile  
When you held that door for me last time?  
I acted cool, played it off so light  
But my heart skipped once, maybe twice  
I folded the laundry, matched every sock  
But your face popped up in every thought  
This isn't love—no, not yet, I swear  
But why do I keep humming like you're there?
Maybe it's just a Sunday kind of thing  
When the world feels soft, and the robins sing  
Still, if you're wondering how I spend my time...  
I kinda write your name in the corners of my mind