You gave it away.

I pick up on when you don’t finish a sentence.
When your eyes flick to the side, unsure,
I promise you I noted it. Stored that tidbit
in the back of my mind, for another time.
And when the space between your eyebrows
bunches for a split second. Thats a thing
I worry about, concerns unexplained. Pain.
Please, don’t underestimate my ability,
to predict the coming of rain.

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