I offer up a sentence
A key to my thoughts
Words fall lightly, a lover’s bargain
Hoping you would pick up my words
As one would the scent of petrichor
Eager, perhaps a little greedy for more
But you murmur something
Absentmindedly, forgetting the words before you finish speaking them
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