The Quiet One, poem about finding ways to be charming poem by Janet Kuypers


The Quiet One

He doesnt talk much.
So I have to remember not what he says
but what he does.

I had a live performance
that he couldnt attend
but when I went to see him after my show
he was dressed alone in a nice suit
waiting for me.
When I saw him, he told me
he remembered what I thought
looked sexiest;
a man dressed in a suit,
with the tie a bit loosened
like it was the end of the day
& it was time to unwind & relax.

And I laughed,
because he was right
that it looked sexy,
and he knew how to act,
all without saying a word.


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