this is yours

i havent quite figured it out, what it is about your face
that makes me think of trains at night and the light from across the bay
but i sit and listen but really just stare at the place beneath your nose
and just above your smile
the curve just around your nostrils leads down to your mouth
in a way that curls my hair and makes me sing outloud

i held your mothers knit today and brought it to your work
and left it by your bag and things while you ate and talked right by
thinking that we wouldnt speak i darted around the back
and considered sneaking my way out the door and found you in the dark

she smiled and laughed and we chatted over food and you glanced at me each time
as we nervous shifted back and forth and silenced our own quiethood
the hug was longer and a bit more warm and i could feel it being longer
but we left our grips to future days still we waved and rode towards home