The Way The Light Lands

The Way the Light Lands You touched the window glass like it mattered, Sunday morning caught across your face. The room went quiet. I held my breath, Like that small warmth was all we had left. It’s all in the way the light lands, Soft and steady in your hands. Nothing stays, but we still stand. It’s all in the way the light lands. The road kept humming. The clock kept on. A strip of sun moved across the wall. You leaned in close, watched the dust turn gold, Like you could see what I couldn’t hold. It’s all in the way the light lands, Soft and steady in your hands. Nothing stays, but we still stand. It’s all in the way the light lands. We can’t make a morning hold still. The clock won’t stop because we will. It’s all in the way the light lands, Soft and steady in your hands. Even as it leaves us where we stand, It’s all in the way the light lands.