I let the picture face the wall, I hear the quiet say it all. The hallway light was low and gold, Your hand found mine before I told. My black sleeve, your softer one, Two shadows and no setting sun. The screen glowed blue against your face. I put it down. I chose this place. I could have shown them, could have said. The name I carry in my head. But every word I'd give away. Is one less thing I get to stay. So keep the picture turned away. Let them guess and let them stay. Outside the door, outside the frame I don't need the world to know your name. Your shoes beside mine by the gate, that's the only proof I'll take. Let the whole world wonder who. I already know it's you. No borrowed name, no perfect pose, just the warmth beneath your clothes. The way you lean, the way you turn, The small, unglamorous things I learned. The mirror saw and kept it quiet. The hallway hummed and didn't try it. I'd rather hold you in the dark. Than lose you to a brighter part. So keep the picture turned away, let them guess and let them stay. Outside the door, outside the frame. I don't need the world to know your name. Your shoes beside mine by the gate, that's the only proof I'll take. Let the whole world wonder who, I already know it's you. And if they only see a sleeve. A blur, a hand, a thing they leave. Good. Let them keep the empty part. I've got the shape of you by heart. No face to show, no proof to give. Just me beside you that's how I'll live.
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