Walking home the long way
She is leading the way
Through these unfamiliar streets
Empty and quiet
The traffic is soundless
The pedestrians are hushed
She huddles closer to her
Their shoulders bumping
Together and apart
Warmth lingering
In sidelong glances
And stolen exchanges
Her smiling eyes
The melody of low conversation
Heads bent close together
Murmurings meant only for two
Words so sweet
And fingers are so lonely
They brush against empty space
Caressing burgundy sentiment
Unsaid and unspoken
Lingering wine-stained lips
The smoothing of space
In anticipation for what's to come
The countdown being marked
By the twin echo of heels
The long way home
A pretence, an excuse
For prolonging time
For loving one another
Just a little longer
The long way home
The lengthening of time
So she can bump shoulders
Not so accidentally
Sliding together fingers
Close enough for the entanglement
Of whisps of hair and lingering perfume
She takes her hand
She is leading the way
The long way home
She is leading the way
Through these unfamiliar streets
Empty and quiet
The traffic is soundless
The pedestrians are hushed
She huddles closer to her
Their shoulders bumping
Together and apart
Warmth lingering
In sidelong glances
And stolen exchanges
Her smiling eyes
The melody of low conversation
Heads bent close together
Murmurings meant only for two
Words so sweet
And fingers are so lonely
They brush against empty space
Caressing burgundy sentiment
Unsaid and unspoken
Lingering wine-stained lips
The smoothing of space
In anticipation for what's to come
The countdown being marked
By the twin echo of heels
The long way home
A pretence, an excuse
For prolonging time
For loving one another
Just a little longer
The long way home
The lengthening of time
So she can bump shoulders
Not so accidentally
Sliding together fingers
Close enough for the entanglement
Of whisps of hair and lingering perfume
She takes her hand
She is leading the way
The long way home