Little Things
I remember all the little things
because all the little things add up.
They count too much to ignore.
A little nudge,
A tiny squeeze.
The way we held each other;
I know you needed it
Just like I do.
I wonder if your eyes are still worried.
Why so scared my butterfly?
How could I harm you?
I swear you looked at me
as if I was yours and you were mine.
Then you looked away.
Did you say all those things to get what you wanted?
I hope you got it.
I hope you’re happy
even if it is the sad truth
that we are not together.
I hope you don’t know what you’re doing.
Cause if you did,
I wouldn’t know either