Littlest

Perhaps I am too harsh when I think of you
Your easy grace and soft manner
The way I sigh after your wordy monologue
As if I could pull off something smoother
But it’s you I want, I say
It’s you in the evening and at night
Halfway across this Earth, it’s you
Whatever my insecurities, you are there
Wandering in the greenery I’ve conjured up
Because you know me too well
You know I’ll be with you soon.

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