Quiet tilt

You fold my shirts
Hum while the kettle sighs
Ask how I slept
I say fine and avert my eyes
A name I don't say
Sits in the back of my teeth
Like steam on the window
I trace it
Then I sweep it clean

This quiet tilt inside my chest
Leaning toward a different shore
I'm safe here
I'm warm here
Still I ache for something more
I don't wanna want you
I don't wanna shake this trust
But there's a door in me
That opens when it must

Your keys in the bowl
The soft clatter snaps me back
She laughed at my jokes
I felt the room lean off its track
You ask what I'm thinking
I smile and press your hand
A truth in my throat
That I can't let you understand

This quiet tilt inside my chest
Leaning toward a different shore
I'm safe here
I'm warm here
Still I ache for something more
I don't wanna want you
I don't wanna break what we have built
But every time her eyes find mine
I feel that quiet tilt

If I never see your face again
Would the current finally rest?
Or would I still turn my head
In every crowded place
Searching for a ghost
I never should have let
So close?