mr rod (poem)

i go to my room and dream about us

I don't know what we are but I know there's no lust

I think about you almost everyday

I know you don't like me and I miss us that way

once long ago in a foggy memory we laid together content and happy

although it has faded my love has not, the stronger it gets the less of our bond

I miss the way you would say you missed me true, and the times we'd lay alone in my room

as we get older and mature more too, I hope you realize I'm right here with you