He fell alseep to the sound of my voice he claims that it soothes him Even when I trail off about simple things like the sky or the library or the color of my blouse I recognize that it wooes him The places we visit, I describe in great detail he sits quietly and smiles to his feet An unfamiliar scent that he reaches to inhale He asks what's that and is it lovely like me He insisted on taking me to see a movie on our fifth date but I didn't miss the tears as he sat there and listened Sometimes he gets shaky when I come home too late he doesn't know my looks, but he knows my voice glistens He hasn't met my eye but he knows they're my mother's He doesn't recognize all the pity stares or the muscle that follows my big brothers