Wonder

By: Nathan

I wonder what it is that I will love the most.
Maybe it’s the way you say a certain word,
or that one defining feature;
your one crooked tooth when the rest are straight,
or the fact your eyes cross every time you cough after a draw.

Maybe it’s because your mouth tastes like rice milk and your hands smell like lavender,
maybe it’s the way you hold me and keep me still when the entire world is spinning.
Maybe it’s because you sing all the songs you know keep me calm,
or maybe it’s the way your laugh seems to roll around
in your mouth and then hit everyone in the room like it’s the
bowling ball and we’re the pins. I wonder what you have been through.

I wonder what walls you have hit in your life,
and which of those you battered through and
which you sat and waiting for the bricks to crumble and fall.
I wonder what you will think about when we sit in silence,
is it about me? Is it about the ocean, or our dinner?

I wonder about a lot of things to do with you,
but I do not wonder, nor doubt that I will be uncontrollably
and unfaltering-ly in love with you.