It’s the way your eyes light up when you see her,
How a smile blooms on your face.
It’s the way you look at her (when you think I’m not looking),
And how she holds your gaze.
It’s the way you talk to her,
How you always sound like you’re high,
And the way you hug her tighter,
When it’s time to say good-bye.
It’s the way you refuse to tell me
Anything that she said,
And the way your eyes look distant
When we’re together later in bed.
It’s the way you take your ring off,
And “forget” to put it back on,
And the way my heart is squeezing,
Knowing you’ll soon be gone.
For Paula’s “Unease” contest
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