You left a fingerprint in the coffee foam
Not a mistake —an invitation home
I traced the half-burned letter in the grate
You knew I’d be awake
The trap had velvet teeth
I bit
My pulse is just a sub-bass line
You wrote before you crossed the line
You think I’m solving you —
No
I'm letting you solve me
Tick tock Low strings pluck
You set the clock I didn't duck
Call it chess Call it luck
I call it fun
when the smarter one
pretends to be caught
So here's your clue:
The light at 221B is off
I'm already in your room
I catalog your tells in candlelight
Every hesitation every quiet lie
You thought you’d vanish in the city’s gloom
But your perfume argues with the room
Your shadow’s angled wrong against the glass
Your shoes track yesterday across the grass
Every alibi you thought was airtight
Leaks Morse code in the hallway night
You move three steps I’ve seen you take them five
You play at ghosts I study you alive
This isn’t love it’s an experiment
A careful crime of mutual consent
So count your breaths and call it fate
I’ve underlined each move you’ll make
You think you’re writing how this ends —
I already filed you
under “friends ”
