I wish you hadn’t followed me
It’s so terribly out of your way my dear
Your eyes are cold sweetheart
Far too impenetrable
They don’t match the warmth of your fingertips
They speak of your silence instead
The spaces where I am left to guess
Something that sleeps in the gaps
Between us where the skin does not touch
You were never one for declarations
Just your presence at my side
Had to be enough my dear
That had to be enough for me
I’m sure the rain has soaked through your shirt
I’d rather you were safe at home
In warmer light than the streetlamp
You walk so quietly in the rain my dear
Like a criminal or a ghost
You’re happy for me to talk
And I’m happy against your chest
My eyes closed against the chill of yours
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