I noticed.

It’s my job, really—
           noticing.

The blanket he brought?
         It's mine now.

Does he know that yet?
        I know you do.

Troof is,
         it’s pretty comfortable.

Has his scent on it, sure—
         but mostly yours.

I notice things—
  like how your voice changes
  when his name shows up on your phone.

The way your laugh softens,
      your shoulders relax,
      how the air feels lighter,

      like after a good walk on a cool evening.

He’s only been around
     once or twice—
     still a rookie in my book,
     but he understands the basics:

     respect the dog,
     bring something soft,
     and keep the snacks flowing. (even if he pretends they're not for me)

Seems 'aight…

Not just because he smells like you,
    but because you just…
    seem more like yourself…

    when his scent is in the air.

So yeah—
    he’s okay.

I'll allow it.

And if he keeps making you smile like that,
    maybe—
    just maybe—

    I'll let him share the blanket.