Recycling Old Poetry Because I don’t Know What to Say

Depressing Poetry No. 13
Please
Come a little bit closer
Please
Let me see your eyes
Your lips
Your smile
Your hair
Your hands
Every line
Every crease
Etched into you
Let me see the details
I’ve noticed for so long
Let me touch what I’ve been wanting for forever
Let me feel
Touch
See
You.
Everything about you.
So I can remember.
For after you go.
Please.