Things

There are certain things, little things that I notice when we’re quiet in the way that speaks volumes Sometimes I need conversation and meaning, but that quiet is one thing that equals both, as if it could Need and unrealistically brown eyes create silence that reflects in exactitude the things that fill my head The tan that ends on the side of your hand and reminds me of how you are Because that’s got to be some kind of parallel, hasn’t it? And the way your eyebrows scrunch when my nails drag across your skin The same way you react when I take too long staring and don’t kiss you These little things are things that I know I mirror in some way, some insignificant little things that you might notice, that I might selfishly want you to notice Because these things that you do, like the threads in my favorite shirt that start to fray from time and attention, These things are the wires that make up the important things