

You count me in on seven I miss the one and smile
Your hand is on the table
Mine learns the angle
I keep my coat on,
ready for leaving You pour the coffee,
slow and uneven Every small silence lands with a meaning
We talk in corners,
lean but believing Nothing is broken,
nothing is easy I stay for the turn in the room
If the floor tilts,
let it We can move without proof
I know the shape of your almost I can meet you there
too Meet me where the line bends Not straight,
not late, just ours
Seven steps and we are weightless
Held up by the offbeat hours
Meet me where the line bends
I know how to turn with you You draw a map on
the back of a receipt All broken arrows,
no final street I laugh too softly,
you catch the sound We make a pattern from turning around Call
it a detour, call it the truth I like the way it
moves Maybe grace is not a straight door Maybe trust has uneven
feet
If you pause, I will not rush you
I can wait inside the beat Meet me where the line bends
Not straight, not late,
just ours
Seven steps and we are weightless
Held up by the offbeat hours
Meet me where the line bends
I know how to turn with you
Turn with you
Seven steps, still steady
No straight road, no need
Turn with me