No explanation.
The lighter falls off the top of the piano in the middle of the night.
She passes through these rooms.
Here and not here.
Humming to herself.
Notice the vibration in the air.
How the hair of your for arms lifts.
Not aware she is speaking.

 A cool breeze on a hot night.
Gentle kiss tucked you in tight.

Someone left the porch light on.
Wasn’t me, wasn’t you.
Then Who?
 
She is misunderstood.
Pulls herself together.
As tight as can be.
Slams the cabinet left ajar.

Still they are so obtuse 
Come up with another excuse.

The thing you can’t quite define.
Keep putting it out of mind.