Soft music in the background
Our sweet words in the gentle voices
The moon gracing the sky
The stars in awe of their own alignment
Your hand in my hand would not be
Too much to ask for, will it?
I look at the way you bite your lip before you laugh
Or that little sigh before you say something on a new topic
Or the way you place your index finger on my knee while making a point
And then shyly pull it back, looking at the ground
Giving me the smile I thought only I possessed
Why do I notice all of this?
And why do I keep falling for you when I see you?
Every time you look into my eyes
Why do you tuck your hair behind your ear
Or push your spectacles up on your nose
As if to create a distraction for me
So that I don’t drown in your eyes
The blush on your cheeks when I place my hand on your thigh
Or your loss of words when I express my affection
How do I choose what to listen to?
Your silence, or what words others choose for us?
And what word would you choose for me anyway?
What if words restrict me and I restrict my words
How else should I let you know that I love the gap between your sentences
Or that I don’t mind you dragging me in the middle of the night to take a walk
Or that I love it when you lick your lips for the last drop of that fruit juice
Which you drank from that packet till the straw had no life left
How do I just appreciate the moment and not appreciate you?
What makes you think it would be even close to complete without you
I could enjoy the company of the moon, the breeze and the crickets chirping away
But you need to know that on this night, you’re not the cloud, but the silver lining
When you’re not with me
The fight is between me and words to express myself but also to hold something back
I don’t want to be too open or too mysterious
When I’m with you, the fight is between me and time
How do I not let my heart sink when you pull back your hand as you’re about to leave?
How do I wait for the next night?
To see you, notice all of those things about you, and feel intoxicated by the smell of your perfume
If I could carry a piece of you with me all the time, I would.
But till then I can wait and hope
That within me, there would soon be a piece of you
To give me peace and kiss me good night when I’m alone
And when you will be mine, you can reunite
And so will I, with the piece of me I hope to leave behind every night
when those tears fill my eyes as you sing me goodbye
