Your Little Haven

I supposed that I'd find you here,
Behind the window, with the sun on your face.
That's where you always come to think,
It's your own little haven.

But I won't disturb you, I'll gently shut the door that I've opened
just a crack.
I'll wait for your return in the dusk.
You see, I'm used to your detached, faraway ways
And I can anticipate the day that you finally choose to open up.