Nothing - poem
Tuesday, Jun. 04, 2002
Nothing
It�s the nothing things
The things that you do
That I never thought of
Watching you read a book
Now is enough to love
The way you chew your tongue
wrinkle your nose
or push back your hair in the wind
makes me curl my toes
These things are what I missed
when you were away
These things I have kissed
again
in the nothing that I say
Let me tell you nothing
but the smile upon my lips
I�m sitting here
Drinking my cappuccino
With tiny little sips
You ask me what I�m thinking
It�s something too hard to explain
I say �nothing�.
Knowing nothing will
ever be the same
