And even smaller time on her hands,
But you laugh when I joke—
You sit in silence when there’s nothing to say,
You call sometimes, sometimes not.
And I love it all:
The height, the smile, the silence, the independence.
Meet my insecurity, he’s been on the run.
Greet my heart held in your hand.
Silly boy with a small grasp on reality,
And even smaller concept of social interaction,
But you don’t seem to mind—
You don’t argue because I didn’t call.
You aren’t desperate for my touch.
And I love every bit:
The calm, the apprehension, the content, the anticipation.
-JD