I knew when my hand touched first the fold of your arm, in passing,
and without thought I wandered back to see if I could do it again.

I knew when your nerves were my nerves
and my breath became still as you DID.

I knew when I layed beside you for the first time, in the dark,
and all at once I wanted to push you away, but I couldn’t,
so I pulled you closer…but it still wasn’t close enough.

I knew when your body, tired and warm slept on my arm, and it fell numb and
uncomfortable, yet I didn’t move.

I knew when that thing you said was not to my liking, yet I accepted it as you,
and I liked you more for it.

I knew what they’d say. I knew I would struggle, I knew myself too well to not
know you were all wrong and all right at every turn…and still i knew.

I knew when the red haired girl played her song and you listened like I do.

And like a mouse found suddenly in the center of his captive maze
I just knew…I had found it.