Nobody is (Prose)

We talk for hours and hours, the sun goes down and the moon comes up. You leave to make some coffee, mac & cheese, and a noodly dinner. You go through the motions of preparing a fake meal in a fake home, I watch your shoulder blades as you reach for various things. I watch your back as you twist to look at the various things that are battling for your attention. I look at all these parts of your body and find myself memorized by how you make all these movements look graceful and sophisticated yet simple at the same time. Maybe this is one of the reasons why I cant take my eyes off you, maybe this is why you amaze me, the ability to do something that has multiple appearances at once. All I know is that I have an overwhelming urge to hold you tightly just to let you know that you aren't alone in this crazy spinning ball we call a world.