I long Every second Of your presence Every smile You try to hide From my view When you’re in Welcoming mode (sort of) And every bitchy look With which you try To fend me off When you’re not Every sighting of your car When I drive To the end of the hedge Which means I will get a chance To meet you today. I even miss the moments When you ostentatiously Showing me How much you ignore me Or flirting with other guys In front of my eyes. I constantly revise Every sentence We’ve ever exchanged Before you went silent. And I count Every silent passing In the corridor I inhale deeply The strong scent Of your perfumes In the morning air When I walk Through the car park A minute After you And dance to The distant sound Of you voice Heard behind the walls And muted by running water I can feel your warmth On every object You touched before me … I long anything Related to you And as long as I am concerned I probably Will
