Your curtains guard us against the approaching day.
Hold me in that warm and tentative silence
while our magic fades with the night.

Let’s wait for clicking coffee cups and
the creaking doors of a rising house.
If I stifle my laughter,
they won’t know you’re awake.

If anyone comes in,
I’ll be an anonymous back,
a secret hidden in your sheets.

They don’t know I’m here,
they’ll never guess it was me.

This morning is slipping away
and we’re breaking with it.
Will you think of me?
Even as the empty space in your bed?

I already know the answer to that,
but will you be kind to me in your goodbye?
Please?

I won’t ask for anything more.