Little things

It’s the small things.
The way you tuck your hair
Behind your ears.
How you curl up
On the sofa,
Or stretch,
Like a slowly unfolding
Wisp of smoke,
As a prayer,
Released from incense.
The cuddle in the cold,
To share my heat.
The forgetting,
My recounting.
Your nodding head,
Midway through the movie.
The way I notice,
The slight sweep of your foot,
When I walk behind you.
Who else could catch me so,
With such subtleties?
Or, come to it,
Put up with me,
When I’m not half as endearing.

Wrote this for my partner.