Something About Something.

I want to be someone's something, or write a book and be someone's everything. 
You called me last night and hung up after one ring.  I need to learn to silence my phone when I'm writing.  The Sade song playing made me love you again when I was three verses into a poem about letting you go.  This happens all the time.

You sigh and I feel your breath and I love you.
You blink and your lashes spread and I love you.
You're drunk on the bathroom floor of the bar and I shouldn't be in the men's room and I love you.

I want to be something to someone, or everything to everyone.  Not famous, just not unknown. 
I write these words for you, but you're the only one who doesn't take the time to read them.  Maybe when they're printed and your name is on the dedications page you will stop and read and look at me with that look and pretend you understand.