comfortable silence- a collection of poems

first time / kato

It's like every time I see him I fall all over again.

His hair, his hands,

the way they're always 

intertwined in each other.

The way he walks, so confident.

Strides long

and slow

like how he used to kiss me.

His smile,

oh, his smile.

The way it tugs

at the sides of his mouth,

infecting his lips,

bearing his teeth,

finding its way to his eyes

so that even when he covered his mouth,

it was always there.

Then comes his laugh, 

drawing out everyone else's.

I watch from a distance, 

as I always do.

As I always did,

before he built me and broke me

made me complete and incomplete 

all at once.

I watch, and realize

that I miss him.

I miss those hands,

how they played with my hair.

It seemed the two were always intertwined. 

I miss the way we walked,

so confident.

I miss the kisses

long and slow. Gentle.

Like we had nothing else to offer one another

except those moments. 

Those times we hid from my parents

and whispered of all the things

we'd do with our future.

I miss his smile,

oh, his smile.

It always drew out mine.

I miss his teeth,

I miss the way he covered his mouth when he laughed,

but the eyes always said it all.

I miss the way he touched me,

I miss the way he felt.

I lock eyes with him 

through the bus window.

He's standing in the street

just like everyone else.

He's talking 

to his new friends.

He's building 

new relationships.

He's moving on

but in my mind