Daylight tracing on your face,
Coffee steam, a slow embrace.
Moments slipping past the glass,
But you and I, we never ask.
Caught in a slow frame,
Every blink, a sweet refrain.
We’re still here, soft and true—
No need to chase, I’m next to you.
Whispers in the background noise,
Your voice is where my mind deploys.
Seconds drip like city rain,
And I could live inside this frame.