watch him walk
(3.16.22)

I watch him walk
He keeps his hands in his pockets taking long strides

I watch him eat
He holds his fork like it will grow legs

I watch him talk
He rolls his eyes but he's holding back a smile

I watch him sleep
He doesn't even know how beautiful he looks

I watch him laugh
His lips move in ways only microscopes could notice

I watch him read
His focus is the priceless painting I splurge on

I watch him turn
His fingers slide through his hair like they are meant to be there

I watch him stay
His movement is foreign