Maybe someday I'll let you know
That all my heaviness somehow
lifted up when I'm with you.
All these particulars.
All these small and big things you did that sums what I called marvels whenever I'm with you.
The way you talk.
The way you see things.
How you stare.
How you smile.
Maybe I'll tell you one day.
And maybe by chance, you won't get frightened.
