Lit.

Lit.

 

I love how when you visit

You sit on the other couch silently

Reading your book

 

How every minute or so

I hear the flipping of flimsy

Pages

 

Sometimes, when I glance at you

I see different emotions passing

Across your face

 

I love to watch you change position

As you shift your body

Across the sofa

 

I love how you bury yourself

Into the literature so that you

Don’t even hear me talk

 

But that’s okay because

Watching you quietly is

All I really need.