It’s in the way you walk
And the way you talk
The way your lips curl around
In a smile hosting each syllable
Boasting each letter just so
It’s in the way you wear your shoes
And the way your soles hit the ground
Missing or rather deliberating
Over the cracks in the broken sidewalk
Walking forward to your own time
It’s in the crease of your eyes
And the slant of your brow
Each thought crossing then fading
The light in your eyes waxing then waning
Saying everything we already know
It’s in the way you are always you
-@apoem2you
About the Creator
A poem to you
To you, whoever that may be <3
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