Oh, there you are. I thought you’d have gone by now.

Either you’re out later or I’m up earlier.
Maybe it’s something else altogether.

You were waiting for me (eyes half-open)
to find you (but still seeking)
even if I don’t realise it when I hear
the door shut behind me,
thinking too much of
loss and hurry.

You’re not even hiding!
A little faded, yes,

but here we both are,
looking at each other directly.

Though I know the veil gets thin,
this isn’t what I expected.