I look through the front windowcoffee shop bustling withinrippled glass takes everyoneout of focuswhich is how I see youstanding, head bentbook open on the counterin your own worldyou're not methat much is clear once Ishift...

There's a part of me that wishesthat I could protect you from theworld as I crawl into bed beside you,placing my body between you and the door, but I don't know if it's enough;if my...