…you couldn’t know

The smallest thing is magnified in ways you couldn’t know
a whispered word, a secret shared in ways you couldn’t know
a gentle smile a point of view in ways you couldn’t know
an answer found, a question asked in ways you couldn’t know
the slightest touch you graze my soul in ways you couldn’t know
you catch my eye, the room is warm in ways you couldn’t know
you touch your lips, the earth shifts in ways you couldn’t know
I ache for you, all the time in ways you couldn’t know
I see your face in every crowd in ways you couldn’t know
I’m all alone when you are gone in ways you couldn’t know
the darkest day lights up with you in ways you couldn’t know
the ground shifts, you move me in ways you couldn’t know
I hold you close lest you may fade in ways you couldn’t know
© Ann Bagnall
2013