I don’t know why but I love you.
Maybe its the way you hold my hand,
delicately yet firmly.
Maybe its the way you smoke your cigarettes ,
so slowly, so elegantly.
Maybe its the way you smile while I play with your hair.
Even though you say you hate it
Maybe its the way you talk about your past,
telling me why the good times didn’t last.
Maybe it’s cause you barely have a home,
I can connect with you.
Or maybe cause your dad is dead,
and so is mine.
Maybe it’s the way you stare at the ocean,
and how it reflects the sunshine.
Or maybe its cause we have been running from love for so long,
we need to rest and swim in it for a while.