When you worked late shifts <br />toying with my books, asking me to sit <br />closer to you <br />and I wanted you to read me your heart <br />without glasses. <br /> <br />We spoke a funny sort of love. <br />You were better at it <br />than I was <br />at finding your sleeve.<br /><br />Jena Crowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-henry/
