It's a nice thought.
Someone thinking of you;
Missing you and your little quirks.
Your angry rants and awkward mumbles.
Off-key singing and apocalyptic stomach rumbles.
When you greet me with a single word; acknowledge me,
It may mean nothing to you.
But that one sylable; half a second of time
Lifts the corners of my lips from the blue.
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