In another world I looked across.
I thought you hadn't noticed,
you were engulfed in your reading,
I was wrong.

You had even snapped a photo.
I took one of you too.
It never came out.
I didn't perfectly frame it
like you.

Just an evening in a small room
playing your guitar,
playing around with some song I wrote
though you would never know.

I watched you fall asleep,
hoped for a goodbye before you left,
closed the door with you
still sleeping on your bed.