It starts with small,

Innocent intrusions;

A strand of my hair

Left on your pillow.

Its discovery will trigger

The first unintentional memory;

Your hands parting the sea

Of my deviant hair.

Then it continues

With regular disturbances;

My limp body asleep

On your couch.

Sometimes I fall asleep before the goodnight kiss

And you'll kiss and you'll whisper,

Always kind in your alarms

Patiently waiting for me to open my eyes.

Now it grows

To massive interruptions;

A drawer or five

Of all my small things.

My many packages of makeup wipes

On your bathroom counter;

At night when I am too tired

You'll clean my face for me.

I have so many bad habits

Always in your space

Never remembering to pick up

My things around your place.

Don't you find me bothersome?

These small, yet massive acts;

Your nonverbal I love you's.

I don't know why I say I'm sorry

When I should say thank you.

It's a bad habit, I'm sorry.