I can see through the door
I can see the floor reflecting us
The one connecting us
At a standstill, both waiting, gauging
Who’ll cross the hall and wait
To sit in silence, the lights not on
Taking turns to run away
That’s our little game
Now I just wish you’d come through
I see you, I wish you’d understand that
I wave to see if you’ll call me over
Even just an invitation is...