I love to muse over
Your simplest actions.
The way you laugh,
The way you shuffle your feet.
I've studied you enough to know
When you are different:
The days when you are sad
You like to unload,
A drink in your callused hands
And a string of complaints and worries
Spilling from your lips.
The days when you are happy,
You will sing to me,
And laugh at stupid, pointless words.
I even notice when you've
Washed your worn, white converse,
Because you throw on a pair of
Abnormal, khaki loafers.
You seem uncomfortable
In the unfamiliar soles.
It's funny the things you notice
When you love and admire someone
As much as I love and
Look up to you.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
