the little things

i like the way a street light looks on a misty night

the way its cone of light illuminates just a little segment of this world

that if you were to stand under it, you'd be in a world of your own.

i like the way the cloud of smoke drifts into the night sky

the way my lips tremble slightly as i exhale gently

each particle floating carefree in the wake of its new found freedom.

i like the way the piano notes rise to a crescendo just before a song is about to finish

the way it lets out its final breath as it meets its demise

as if wanting to impart as much beauty as possible to the listener

not knowing that the moment of silence that ensues is even more beautiful.

i like that moment of silence just after a song has ended and before the next one starts playing

the way the world seems to come to a standstill in that moment

that split second of absolute silence on a quiet misty night

when the whole world is asleep and it is only you and the solitary worlds illuminated by the street lights.

i like the huskiness in your voice as you utter hello

and the way your eyes crinkle when you smile.

i like the way you avert your eyes when you chew

and the way you cover your mouth when you laugh.

i like the way you never say what you mean

but always do what you say.

i like the way a person can know so much about another

yet not know anything at all.

and that is what i want.

to know someone so well that i come to love them for the little things.