Thinking about you

Thinking about you.

Even though I'm mad,

and all our pieces aren't together.

Thinking about the way you mess with that piece of hair that's always perfect already.

Thinking about your fingers and

your pajama pants,

your nose and your cute little toes.

Thinking about the way you sniffle,

or how you adjust your glasses.

Even though these are odd things,

I'm still

Thinking about you.