from my archives, circa 2001
Nothing
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Its the nothing things
The things that you do
That I never thought of
Watching you read a book
Now is enough to love
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The way you chew your tongue
wrinkle your nose
or push back your hair in the wind
makes me curl my toes
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These things are what I missed
when you were away
These things I have kissed
again
in the nothing that I say
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Let me tell you nothing
but the smile upon my lips
Im sitting here
Drinking my cappuccino
With tiny little sips
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You ask me what Im thinking
Its something too hard to explain
I say nothing.
Knowing nothing will
ever be the same