Just... The little things.
i once told you a truth
of how the little things you do
cracks the code of cold
that holds my heart in an icy choke.
the little things, like you
staying online late into the night
to talk me through your thoughts
because you know how lonely i get.
the little things, like you
not always expecting me to call
before you remember
that you also have my number.
the little things, like you
telling me how i remind you
of a place where the morning sun
is a giant kiss blowing emoji.
the little things, like you
not replying my nocturnal jokes
with a tone better suited
to an indian harassing you with nudes.
the little things, like you
not thinking i'm just being a poet
when i tell you how sometimes
i feel like a face without a nose.
the little things, like you
not making me feel like a fool
for once thinking you knew better
than the wisdom i found in books.
the little things, so trivial
you might call them childish
but which tightens the knot
that now bounds our situationship.
the little things, so little
but that you always overlook
because you're a one track album
on my playlist of unrequited love.