In a room where sunlight barely spills
You sat wrapped in window sill still
The way your voice would hum a tune
Felt like honey in a wooden spoon
I stayed behind the curtain line
Watching you blur into design
Of woven dreams and cotton skies
I breathed you in without goodbyes
Like a curtain half-drawn in mid-June
I was hidden in your tune
You never turned, but always stayed
In the quiet hums our silence made
Unspoken, but I knew
The way you’d wait for sky to blue
And I, a frame that held your light
Too fragile now to hold it right
You sat wrapped in window sill still
The way your voice would hum a tune
Felt like honey in a wooden spoon
I stayed behind the curtain line
Watching you blur into design
Of woven dreams and cotton skies
I breathed you in without goodbyes
Like a curtain half-drawn in mid-June
I was hidden in your tune
You never turned, but always stayed
In the quiet hums our silence made
Unspoken, but I knew
The way you’d wait for sky to blue
And I, a frame that held your light
Too fragile now to hold it right