Poetry – On a scale from mice to men

You’re in the small details
like the crease beside your mouth
when you hold back laughter
in fingertips tapping softly
on desks, countertops, and thighs
quiet music only you hear.

I catch glimpses of you
in reflections distorted by screens
rippling, just out of clarity
beautiful even in imperfection
leaving me leaning in closer
hoping to see you whole.

Somehow you’re familiar
and forever unexpected
like yellowed pages folded at corners
the smell of earth after rain
or the pause just before someone says
I love you.

You made me remember ordinary details
like coffee’s steam dancing as it rises
the hum of electricity in quiet rooms
the silent pressure of gravity
holding stars, oceans, and you
in place.

But each day,
though I’ve studied your edges
traced your outlines
heard your breath and all else,
you remain

my favorite

mystery.

(Wasn’t much inspiration to write after this.)