I long for you
on my restless nights
Wondering what color
are your eyes
Is your hair
fine or coarse
Does your smile
droop down
creating a sweet
crookedness
Will you tower
over me,
or,
will our eyes meet
whenever we exchange
a glance
How do you take
your coffee,
or,
would you rather
a tea
Do you prefer
mountains
or
beaches
Are you a
summer guy
or,
is winter
your favorite season
I long for you
on my restless nights
Staring up at my white
popcorn ceiling
Imagining
all the ways
we differ
all the ways
we’re alike
I long for someone
on my restless nights.
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Relevant and longing.