I want that real type love.
I want that text message right after
we hang up type love.
I want that sitting on the couch, but not saying
anything, but wouldn’t rather be anywhere else
type love.
I want that never decide what to eat for dinner
because we both want to pick the other’s favorite
type love.
I want that meet up for lunch even when
I only have seven minutes type love--
and then I’m late to work because it
takes at least seven minutes just to say
goodbye type love.
I want that get good news or bad news
or any news and call her immediately
just because I finally have an excuse to hear
her voice type love.
I want that wake up after she’s gone
and panic because she’s not the
first thing I see type love.
I want that start writing songs and poems
and letters, but give up because you don’t
want to spend time away from her writing
type love.
I want that scouring the app store
over and over looking for more ways
to talk to her type love.
I want that kiss her like you’ll
never see her again just because
you’re going to the bathroom type
love.
I want that lost in her eyes only
to find myself choosing to stay
lost type love.
I want that call her up and realize
while it’s ringing I have nothing to say
say, but keep ringing just to hear
her say hello type love.
And I want to find it with you.
Shihan read a similar poem, and I was inspired. This is my take.