I like the way that my shirt smells
when it's been in your embrace.
And I dig the way that my hand feels
when yours keeps it company.
Under these overcast skies,
looking pretty as a picture
that I'll tape inside my notebook.
I just wish I had some answers.
Answers to this pandemic
that we suffer known as distance;
and I'm throwing coins in the river
in a fit of formal wishing.
Am I just wasting my money
missing something so lovely?
No. Damn, say it twice,
I'll hold you hand when our eyes meet again.
Because I love, I love your smile
and I like, I like your style,
and it's so unfortunate dear that I can only stay a short while.

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