It starts with small,
Innocent intrusions;
A strand of my hair
Left on your pillow.
Its discovery will trigger
The first unintentional memory;
Your hands parting the sea
Of my deviant hair.
Then it continues
With regular disturbances;
My limp body asleep
On your couch.
Sometimes I fall asleep before the goodnight kiss
And you'll kiss and you'll whisper,
Always kind in your alarms
Patiently waiting for me to open my eyes.
Now it grows
To massive interruptions;
A drawer or five
Of all my small things.
My many packages of makeup wipes
On your bathroom counter;
At night when I am too tired
You'll clean my face for me.
I have so many bad habits
Always in your space
Never remembering to pick up
My things around your place.
Don't you find me bothersome?
These small, yet massive acts;
Your nonverbal I love you's.
I don't know why I say I'm sorry
When I should say thank you.
It's a bad habit, I'm sorry.
