Last Night (March 14, 2018)

Two days without you, dear, has not

Been all that bad. Know why?

Because I am getting so much closer

To you as each bare day goes by.

(I did not intend to make a rhyme.)

Yes, dear, I can almost smell your fresh perfume and your lovely hair.

Maybe we shouldn’t hug; I might forget myself. I could bow and kiss your hand, after saying, “Hello, my Lady.”

I will be so happy just to see you, just to look into your eyes—if you don’t become too shy and look away! Are you fully ready for this, dear? No regrets, no changes of heart? I haven’t yet met you, and I still long to see you!

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