Before I know your name.

I wonder about you sometimes,
Not your face, not the colour of your eyes, but the little things.
The way you laugh when something catches you off guard.
The way you reach for someone's hand without thinking about it.
The sound of your voice when you're tired and finally home.
I wonder if you'll recognise me by the way I look at you, as though somewhere, long before we met, my heart had already learned your name.
Maybe love, won't arrive like thunder.
Maybe it'll be quieter, your shoulder brushing mine, your fingers finding mine, a look held just a second too long.
And suddenly the world will feel strangely familiar.
As if I've been waiting all this time for a place I didn't know existed.
And there you'll be.
And I'll think..
Oh.
So this is why nothing else ever quite felt right.