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.
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.