To watch you
Speak
Hear the curl of your voice
Exhale
To glance slyly, shyly
At your awed confusion
Your hesitating grin
I washed dishes
To move the hours
To fill my hands
Distracting
I stared at the chair
Grazed the pillow
Handled the book
Bent slightly and water worn
I lingered
On your laughter
Left perched on my lips
Lingered on the space
Between
