Can’t wait to meet YOU
I don’t know YOU
but I feel like I do.
Elusive is what I’d like to call YOU
Hell…I’d just like to call YOU in general…
to hear that deep raspy voice over the phone.
YOU’d say something silly and I’d laugh
followed by something very intense, then I would smile
then YOU’d finish with something romantic
which would leave me looking at my watch calculating when we would see each other again.
I can’t wait to meet YOU. I can’t wait to see YOU.
Broad shoulders and big hands.
It’s funny because I envision YOU grabbing my arm pulling me to embrace, claiming what’s YOURS.
Ha, somehow I’m living without YOU, not sure how
but I can’t wait to meet YOU.
Published in Poetry