The Awareness of You

You’re ruining me

with secrets and gestures and looks

with sonnets from second-hand books

Perfectly playing in me

the chords

no-one else knew

It is as if

before we spoke

I was aware of you

Do our hearts know something we don’t?

conspiring, converging without giving us any say

Your eyes full of the future of us

The air changes as you let your eyes fall on me 

in that familiar

wandering way

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