Sometimes I don't notice
I'm writing about you
Until I already have,
Until I look down,
And there's a poem dresses in
Your clothes, there's a pause.
I didn't intend and you're standing
In the door way perfectly still,
There's a meaning hidden.
If only from myself
And it makes me wonder
What I'm trying to tell you.
Its the password I can't remember
But when I press my fingers to the keyboard
They know exactly where to go
By ; Lorna Ndung'u
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