Left Over

I wonder if he knows
how much I care for him
and though I laugh and shake my head
his hands hands on mine are all
I know
of love
of love
of love
I wonder if he
even knows my name
my name between those lips
or on that toungue
would make me lose what ground I’m on
what ground I am on
to see him smile
the way he smiles
when she’s near
to get what’s left over
his surplus of love
and I know it’s strange
sometimes I wish to hold her near
to press her cheek
with gratitude
saying thank you
for his smile you brought
for I am incapable
I wonder is he knows
how much I care for him
and though I laugh and shake my head
his hands on mine
are all I know
of love
of love
of love