I've been up, wondering about you
Like how you liked your foods
When you was here, your moods
And just the things you'd do
I've been up, thinking about this
Them bony hands and **** fists,
Strong arms and solid wrists,
Soft eyes and the poetic mist
I've been up, dreaming about us
No longer lovers but a friendship's a must
Continued progress yet the ****** dust
At first sight we were no doubt an exotic lust