poem twenty-two

things i love about you
in no particular order:

the times i'll be walking side by side with you
only to suddenly realize you're gone
and all i have to do is look up
and see you in a tree
still listening intently

the fact that you tell me
you keep yourself entertained during swimming
by playing out scenarios in your head
in which you're a secret agent

the times you ask me where i'd like to go
if there was anyplace in the world i could go
when all in all i know
i'm perfectly content anywhere
sitting with you

that time when you told me
you have a secret obsession with poetry
and in my head i freaked out a little
thinking you had actually seen my poems
though i don't want to tell you
you've influenced most of them

the fact that you can look at me
and the world sort of seems
to melt away

i hope i can let go of my cheated past.
all in all, i hope we last.