Hours of walking and talking
I have grown fond
Of looking into your eyes
Often staring back in confusion
So rarely do we take advantage
of our communication skills
Until chosen to learn a new language
Searching for words, for each other
Your smile is unforgettable
My words get lost in your eyes
Your last goodbye hug
Put a stamp on my heart
As I fly around the globe
My thoughts don’t wander far
Trying to keep up as you progress
Finding my way back into your arms
For just one more hug
The flight alone would be worth it
But to see you once again
And look into your eyes, priceless
Out of all the wishes
I have made in this life,
I wasn’t expecting you.
1 comment:
I ventured this way looking for something positive to grasp. How foolish that I ever believed this was about me, when clearly it was for the Swedish blonde you were pursuing in Italy.
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