I look to like

I like the way he says my name

Like he was hoping I'd come today

I like it when he shares with me

Every single silly idle thought

I like it when he looks at me and sighs

Sharing his agitation

I like the way his eyes spark

When he offers music

I look for him when he's not there

I'd like to say I love his laugh

I love his spirit

I love his vision

But I can't love him

He doesn't see me,

He just sees someone

Always ready to listen-

I wrote this a while ago had to get it out and on paper> Thanks bunches for reading :)