I remember when I first met you,
I knew almost nothing,
None of your secrets,
None of the things you find joy in.
The things I find about you
Unfold like flowers.
Day by day,
I learn something new.
The way you joke
About the fact you’re allergic to dogs.
And the way you try in sneak into the conversation,
Problems like your colour-blindness.
The fact that
You’re short sighted,
But less so than me,
And how you often mock me.
I’ve learnt that you enjoy,
And brightly coloured-ties,
And many pocket handkerchiefs.
I love the way you say,
(As you have a way of being so random
Just like me. Another reason I am so drawn to you)
About your family
Your two nephews and two young nieces
That your sister has thirty-seven years of her life gone.
And the way your hair
Used to be as curled as mine.
The way you care for your friends,
If they’re hurt,
You give them support.
And the way you ask
Nothing more of your female friends,
As you would do for me.
Even if I do not wish it.
I can now notice
When you have a fake smile.
Or if you are talking about one of your other friends,
If something happens that you won’t tell me about.
Four years on,
I feel we have moved further together.
Yet rules keep us apart.
And so things are still distant,
But at least I know,
At least I know from you,
Just a simple ten things.