I just wrote this
off the cuff
of lonely.
Speak easy,
think free,
and then
return to me.
I miss you
every day,
you are my ways of commotion
that always sway
this emotion.
Someday
I hope we will be together,
sometime
in sweater-weather.
But until that day
I will silence myself,
and learn to place my heart
on the shelf.
