conversations with a brick

hello,
I would like you to know that
your eyes squint when you laugh.
and this makes me move my lips up
and lack relevant thought for the space I’ve created
in between whatever thing I’ve just said
and the next space I’ll make
when you see me gaping at your big eyes
not knowing what I said or what I thought
or why we trust each other enough to close our eyes
from the voices we fling at the restaurant window.