When I’m feeling
Nostalgic and droopy
And a smile teases but doesn’t quite crest
I think of you
And I tease myself that I’ll
Reach out
Unblock, find a screenshot of your number
Or search my computer for it
And just give you a little “hi”
Just to see
But I also know I wouldn’t do that
I’m too grown
But what I wouldn’t give
To receive one of your foolish
Text novels
So long you have to click the little arrow
About the three nights we spent together
6 years ago