I notice the little things, like...

Your lips
Resting in front of me
Taunting me
Like an evil little child

Your eyes
Inviting me in
Yet so reserved
Like a hidden lake behind the trees

Your hands
Hovering near me
As if scared to come closer
Like someone telling their biggest secret

Your body
Comforting my own
While making me tense
Like holding someone’s hand as they
Are wheeled into the
Hospital.