Most of all, I notice the way you talk to me.
Not slow or fast, not like I am a child.
You look me in the eye and you smile.

I notice you in every way, how you wear
that weight on your shoulders because no one
bothers to ask what is wrong.
How some smiles are faked and others are real,
and I wish all those were meant for me.






My love, my dear; your words.
They’ll always have my heart.



~Elaine Kwong~