When I grasp for words and I stutter in awe
And describe in detail everything that I saw
Does it move you an inch, make you itch — maybe flinch
At the thought that I like you far more than you think?
When I say your name sweeter than someone else’s
Drag my chair, pull it closer to surround all your edges
Does it push you away and elicit awkward glances
That I’m always around you, in your trainers, like laces?
Does the sky fall in the morning when you open your eyes
Feeling heavy all of a sudden at the prospect of a surprise
At the idea of a day lost in loving words all unspoken
Because I finish your sentences and mend fences that you’ve broken?
Some things can become too much in the absence of touch
Some lives are oddly intertwined by parallel paths
Haunting eyes across oceans and thousands of miles
Do you like it that I like you a dozen million times?