If It Is True

If it is true
that you noticed
how my eyelashes sometimes
get tangled at the corners,
then you must see me.

If it is true
that you listened
when I hummed so softly
to myself that day,
then you must hear me.

If it is true
that you laughed
with me when I stumbled
momentarily in the wrong direction,
then you must know me.

And if it is true
that you turned me around
and saw the ends of my lashes curl,
heard my secret song,
knew my funny missteps,
then you must love me.