I notice little things
a little too much,
I notice the smallest things about a person
a little too often
Like the birthmark at the corner of her neck
isolated and perfect,
my empty hand already writing stories about it.
I notice the jagged lines and dents on his forearm
creating valleys that I wanted to get lost in,
as he stirred his black coffee.
I memorized their rhythm
and just like a snake;
I was fixed in a trance watching his movements.
I notice things like
your off shaped tooth
or the funny scratch on your eye brow
I notice when your eyes twinkle
and when they go dim
I try not to on some days though.
But most days, I enjoy noticing things