When the days got longer

I could never quite tell
if there were traces of
disappointment in your
shrugging shoulders.

Every time I thought to ask,
my mind would push the thoughts away
and chastise itself for not
being bolder.

And when the winter came,
I couldn't tell whether it was you that
sent shivers down my spine, or just the world
becoming colder.

I did find laugh lines by your eyes,
how easily I am reminded 
that we're only ever 
growing older.