The funny little noises you make,
The nonsensical songs you make up,
The way you call to me over and over again.
The way you point out the obvious,
The way you lie down next to me,
The way you make fun of the cat.
The way you turn on the tv when I’m trying to write—it’s alright.
The way you turn and smile when I look at you.
The way you smile when I say I love you.
The way you say it back without making a sound.
The way your eyes glow when you realize,
That I wrote this poem just now, with you by my side.
A Poet’s Qualm 