Looking at you over the piano.

If someone were to look at me

while I’m looking at you

when you’re not looking,

they would know.

It must be written

all over my face.

When I see you

with your guard down,

my guard drops too

and I soften at the edges,

until I catch myself falling

and haul my eyes away.

If someone were

to glance at me

in that undefended moment,

they would know,

they would know,

they would surely,

surely

know.