You see,
I don’t care much about the materialistic aspects of life;
Rather the aspects people don’t notice;
Or don't realise.
Like the way you spin drum sticks around your fingers
like                      
they            
   are      
weightless;
The way you half smile when you remember something that once made you laugh ;
Or the way you rested your hand against my ankle on the busy afternoon train
home
from
the
city.
It’s not much to go on;
But it’s all I have;
And that’s enough.