it’s a low key sort of love
and I don’t mean that as in “to a lesser degree”
what I really mean is that if written as music
this sort of love would be played soft
very soft on the lowest key
so soft and low it would almost be imperceptible
but you’d feel it anyway
like an odd fuzzy vibration tickling your ear
in an odd sort of warm sort of way

it’s a low key sort of love
you’ll feel it when a stranger compliments your eyebrows
when there’s rain on a glass roof of a porch in the woods
when someone that doesn’t know you that well calls you by name
when you get silly when you’re sleepy with friends on a long car ride home
when someone leans their head against your shoulder
or glances your way for a beat on a train
or whispers a secret
or brushes your hand
or has a pet that likes you for no reason at all

it’s a low key sort of love
you’ll feel it more than you’ll hear it or see
but it'll seep into your veins
and run through your blood like a shimmer
so faint and so gentle
you won’t even notice that that night
you’ll glow in the dark