I throw out a sentence
A key to my thoughts
All nonchalant, glancing sideways
Waiting for you to pick up my words
As you would if a flower sprouted suddenly from your granite kitchen countertop
You murmur something
Absentmindedly, forgetting the words before you finish speaking them
I tuck away a rogue tendril behind an ear, defeated
My gaze finds its way back to the lines of my palm and the creases over my knuckles
Imagining you looking up at me with something to say

-UV