Can you see what I’m listening to?
I’m listening to it, for you.
You live far enough that I can’t
touch you, kiss you, share
your coffee mugs and straddle you.
I’d come if I could, like I did last night,
your whispers raw, cracking into
choked giggles, and I join in.
You could be mine, I could
be yours, but not with all this
******* distance.
I like your laugh, I like your eyes,
I like your neck, I like your hands,
I like you, ****, I love you.
I love you! You don’t know that.
It’s fine.
End scene. Goodbye, goodbye.