Give Me This Evening

Your blue scarf hangs beside the door. The kettle clicks, the room is warm. You left your book face down at page forty-four And half a pear beneath the lamp. I keep the little things you leave, Like proof the day was real. Stay a little longer in this quiet room. Let the winter pass us by. You don't have to promise me a perfect June, Just your hand against mine. Stay a little longer, let the hours move softly As the curtains sway. If tomorrow takes you somewhere new, Give me this evening to keep. The corner shop has closed for good. They painted over its old sign. You laugh and say the town looks almost understood, And tuck your cold hands into mine. No grand goodbyes, no final scene, Just your coat against my sleeve. Stay a little longer in this quiet room. Let the winter pass us by. You don't have to promise me a perfect June, Just your hand against mine. Stay a little longer, let the hours move softly As the curtains sway. If tomorrow takes you somewhere new, Give me this evening to keep. When the first train cuts the morning air, When your cup is washed and dry, I'll remember how you looked right there, With sleep still in your eyes. Stay a little longer in this quiet room. Let the winter pass us by. You don't have to promise me a perfect June, Just your hand against mine. Stay a little longer, let the hours move softly As the curtains sway. If tomorrow takes you somewhere new, Give me this evening to keep. Give me this evening to keep Your hand against mine.