IT IS THE WAY YOU SAY HELLO

IT IS THE WAY YOU SAY HELLO

It is the way you say hello.

It is the way you taught me to.

It is the way your hands feel against mine.

It is the way you get me all the time.

Can one feel and not understand?

Just make me again hold your hand.

It is strange that I do not know,

But I must find out somehow.

The tension I get when you come near.

Don’t leave though, not when I care.

The feeling is mutual though I may not show.

It’s just the way my disposition goes.