I can always see what’s hidden in plain view
Intentionally unfocused in the background
The clock, that time
True essence of your camera’s lens
I can see your candles scent by the label peeking out from the side of your screen
The color you paint your nails
The chain that drapes around your wrist
My favorite T-shirt balled up on the floor, and I cant forget that belt
The one that coincidentally casually hangs on your doorknob
Maybe its that book on your shelf, the binding I can read, from here….
Hundreds of miles away
Speaking in Morse code
Tell me, does she know you speak to me?
Through the obscure message in objects
Written all over your body
Through posted poetry
The song that plays in the background on your video, the things you heart and like
My old sunglasses on your dash
The color of the lighter next to your cigarette pack, that brand I use to smoke
You know me well enough to know I pay attention to the subliminal clues
In not speaking at all
She speaks to me.