THE NICE ONE

You talk nicely.
You dress casually.
You wear my favourite kind of shoes.
And you eat a lot. Even you refused to admit it so.

You complain about your weight.
I tell you that you look fine.
Then we talk a bit.
But you're always distracted by something else.

You drop me home.
And I wave you a goodbye.
You tell me that we shall meet again.
And we exchange a smile.

Sometimes you remember little things I say.
Of course I remember little things you say.
It's so nice having you in life.
It's always been.