The Hamlet Project

A single daisy placed in my hair
A note, with just my name and a heart
A gesture, a movement of a strand of my hair behind my hair behind my ear
With which he managed to brush both my cheek
And the slope of my ear and this tender place behind it
This look he gave me as he made a place for me beside him on the bench
A pear that he pulled from the tree while we walked through the garden
A quality of listening while I told him what I thought was a stupid story
The pressure of his hand on my back as we walked in to dinner
The program that he folded into a hat and placed upon my head
A little song he sang to me with my name in it
Time, collapsed into nothing so that there’s nothing to do but look at one another and intertwine our fingers.