Twilight on Your Shoulder

You’re folding sweaters in the half-light, Coffee cooling on the chair. You laugh about the day in pieces, I’m too busy watching how you stare. I could stay in this twilight on your shoulder, Let the small talk stumble, Growing slower. Every quiet second Pulling me closer. I could stay, I could stay in this twilight on your shoulder. You trace a circle on the table, Saying, "It’s getting late again." I joke about the train but darling, I’m praying that I miss it by a minute. I could stay in this twilight on your shoulder, Let the small talk stumble, Growing slower. Every quiet second Pulling me closer. I could stay, I could stay in this twilight on your shoulder. Oh, stay. Oh, stay.