13/05/2026
I like the kind of people who ask…
Why is your smile a little faded?
Why’s your touch a little withdrawn
Why didn’t you sleep on my shoulder
Why didn’t you hug me at dawn?
Why are you talking so little today
Why do your eyes look droopy and sad
Why is the chatter so dull and curtailed
Seems like a rough day, you've had
I like the kind of people who notice…
The slightest change in energy
A small detour from the usual things
An unfelt shift in warmth and touch
And the underlying message it brings
Words said a little differently
An altered way of speech and tone
When the eye contact is minimal
And the glint in them is gone
I like the kind of people who feel…
A little anger masking a little hurt
Indifference masking a little pain
An unfelt sadness behind a smile
A weak protest, a silent complain