whats the point?

you look at me when I talk, its weird, u used to hate eye contact

maybe u just like to look at me and wish I won't disappear, silently beckoning me to stay. i have to say it's working. I want to stay next to you. In some place somewhere at some time we are together and we are happy, u keep looking at me while I talk about something with no real-world weight while I make coffee. the smell will fill the house and even when u don't drink any u reek of it. that fact will make me smile as I know that the world u will see on the street on your way to wherever u walk to will smell the ghost of me hanging onto you. the smell wont linger on your breathe but on the coat u wear and the scarf u borrow that sat by the door that I stare at late at night and loss myself in all the things outside of it.