UnderstandMature

understand,
that my not speaking
on the way down the cracked sidewalk
is not because I'm tired.
I do not speak
on the way down the faded pavement
because I am listening;
I am listening
to you speak
telling me your stories
Understand
that when I look at you,
and you don't see that,
I am seeing you.
Pure and unshielded.
Understand
that when I am not speaking
I am listening
to us
in synchronization.
Understand
that I have stopped speaking
because on the way down the cracked sidewalk
I am remembering when I fell in love with you,
understand
that just because I am not speaking
doesn't mean that I'm thinking;
thinking about things other than you.
Understand
that when I look for your hand
I'm seeking the red heart
cupped in your palm.
Understand
that I really really would
spend hours listening to you.
understand
that I have fallen asleep
wondering how I will say I love you
the next day.
understand
that I have fallen in love
with our walks down the faded pavement,
running across the street,
and laughing on our way up,
our loud music,
and the things that we say.
Understand
that when I am not speaking,
it is not because I don't want to,
it's because I'm enjoying being around you.

The End

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