Small Things Poem by Amber Evans

the confused look on your face
as you fumble with the TV remote
i think its cute

i smile and laugh quietly
(i enjoy the small things.)

a man in the park smiled at me
on a Tuesday afternoon
that was 3 years ago
we're married now.

a blurry view
from the fog on my bathroom mirror
made me laugh
so i drew a face in t
and said it was me

i love the way
you raise your eyebrows
whenever i have something to say
with high disregard or
all the interest in the world
and the response is always the same:
'ok, i'm confused.'

you always know what to say.