How do I know?


How do I know you are there?

How do I find you?

I hear voices, and I imagine your silhouette against my window sill,

I smell a wisp of your lavish laugh and I close my heart and seal it inside.

But, how do I know?

If you don’t press your hands against mine,

When I hesitate before the traffic;

If we don’t spit water on each other in the shower;

If you don’t blow on my face your morning breathe;

If we don’t look at the stars and

If we don’t have silent conversations holding hands.

My girl, how do I know?




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