She only uses,
Green highlighters.
She tells me that,
It's a good color.
And I listen.
She always gets,
Pen marks all over her hands.
I ask why she never notices them,
And she laughs out a story.
And I listen.
She reads and reads and reads,
Until night almost ends.
And I ask her why she does this,
And she tells me about her force of habit.
And I listen.
One day she tells me,
That she loves me.
And I tell her that,
I love her back.
And we both listen.
