Thoughts I Had Looking At You Smile

You have these gaps in your teeth when you cannot contain your smile. I think you do not know I notice such trivial things, but I pay attention when it's the least important. I no longer ask questions about your years spent as an infant, for you say they're better off forgotten and how you scrunch your nose, as you're still adjusting to the new frames and how strangely you pronounce "A's" in certain words, even if the accent around here doesn't differ much and even how, at red lights or when we're flying down 202, toward your house, you glance at me when I am focused on the road ahead and you cannot hide your smile, and your lips curve upward, flashing that gap-toothed grin in the dark.