The way he hails a cab by whistling with his fingers.
The way he straightens his tie.
The way he brushes his fingers through his blonde hair.
The way he checks the time on his watch.
The way he walks down a city street in New York City.
The way he smiles when he thinks of something.
The way he reads a book while lounging in a chair.
The way he wears a suit.
The way he opens a door for a woman.
The way his hair is tousled in the morning.
The way he sips his black coffee.
The way he listens intently.
The way he wears a hat ever so perfect.
The way he listens to Jazz.
The way he plays his piano.
The way he dances to a melancholy tune.
The way he puts on a coat.
The way he whispers in the dark.
The way he looks at art.
The way he wears a scarf.
The way he loves me.
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PoetryA collection of different pieces I have written over the years. I'll continue to add to this so check back for more pieces. Please keep in mind that none of the pieces are edited so my grammar isn't quite up to par. Comment and vote, if you want...
