Maybe it was something in the air,
      or how the door swung open just right.

Maybe it was the ten-minute hug
      that said everything words couldn’t.

Maybe it was the dining room—
      just us,
      an empty space full of laughter,
      easy conversation…

      the quiet clink of forks in rhythm with your smile.

Or maybe it was just *us*—
   easy,
     effortless,
       perfectly real.

Back upstairs,
     the kisses felt familiar,
     the embraces deeper,

     each moment perfectly edited without a single rewrite.

And then… we slept—
    wrapped around each other
    so seamlessly…

    it was like we forgot we were two separate people.

Then, just like that—
    Midnight came,

    and your carriage waited.

You slipped away—
    graceful as ever,

    just before the magic could break.

Maybe it was The Sylvan, (Effect)
           or the Betty,
           or some quiet alignment
           of stars and schedules.

But whatever it was— it worked.

(And so did we.)