strange time in my life

I hung my jacket up next to your bag,

so when my sleeve touched your strap

it was a little like my arm grazing your shoulder,

or grabbing it,

as I pointed out something in the distance,

with my other arm,

you exhaled and we were happy.

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you said you were a romantic

and “100 days” was enough

to make you sigh.

I thought ‘it could be me

for you’ and dreamt

of touching your thigh.

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writing words about you

when you're in the next room

is enough to make me break out

in a cold sweat

whenever I hear footsteps.