Windows foggy from a steamy interior, you feel a presence pass by.
The light warbles in the room.
There's something in the air,
touching your body and making you sweat,
besides the steam.
Opening the window for a moment,
You think that you see a solid figure.

You call out to them;

"Could you put the kettle on?"

"Could you preheat the oven to 425?"

"Could you take a look at this photo of the sunset I took?"

"Could you stay with me for a little longer?
Or at least until I fall asleep?"

"Could you use your time in a better way?"

"Could we meet again, on Saturna Island, in the middle of summer
to watch the water glow with phosphorescence?"

"Could you tell me again how the night changes you?'

I don't think that it was that long ago that I had felt your hand slide from my shoulder to the small of my back as you walked past.