It smells like your cologne.
Funny how leather remembers
you as well as I do.
I can't believe I miss the
feeling of your arms around me.
It is such a trivial action,
but your hugs mean the world.
There are times when I wish-
I wish I could tell you
everything I write.
I wish you'd find my poems.
Even if they don't make sense
and some are more like
short stories in stanzas.
Even if they suck.
There is no other way for me
to express myself.
To you, I may seem distant.
I may seem cold.
But I am saving my love
for the affection of a blank page,
because if I told you this,
you'd call me crazy.
Love,
Lizz
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