I remember telling my friends about you.
they said: ‘Why does he make those faces?’
I was taken aback. ‘What faces…?’
‘those weird expressions, every time he talks.’
‘ah,’ I said, ‘those!’ ‘that’s just how he is.’
truth be told, at that time I was clueless
although it was so obvious about you:
how your face would tell half the story
me? I didn’t notice until later –
I was blown away by those eyes,
that way you had of looking at me
(sideways, from under those
long lashes I was later certain
you were curling at home)
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