Yearns & Covets

The way you smirk.

The way you laugh at my pain.

The way you pronounce my name.

The way you calm me down.

The way you get upset over petty things but never reveal.

The laugh of your inner child.

The short breaths when you are excited.

The contained anger you bottle up.

The way you never seem mad.

The fragrance of your presence.

The wild expressions in near your frizzy eyes.

The way you know all that I have known.

The veil of gentle words you provide.

The magic in your voice.

The helium permeated intoxicating laughter
that you deny to pop.

The you, the old you, the new you,
the three you.

The way you are.



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