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 answers.

Answers to this pandemic 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 unfortunate dear that I
can only stay a short while