Eyes and I think they used all they had in them.
She looked. He returned the favor.
My sister. My soon brother.
They often speak in words unheard and sounds that are loud if you’re them only.
Offering laughter and grace and serious.
They are silly.
Impressions, voices, jokes that have been retold, and that silliness that only lovers have.
Can’t name that.
Can’t name some of the best things.
Glad to witness and see the things unheard. But they hear them and speak them and I think they’ll echo into the grey hair days. Done.