You are my hello.
You are my sigh.
You are my impatience,
and my indulgence in goodbyes.
You are my sound.
You are my excuse.
You are my sense of smell
and my color hue.
You are my favorite tremor.
You are my tantrum.
You are my inspiration
on this out of tune piano.
You are my orchestra.
You are my playlist.
You are the band that
I thought I hated.
You were my "I have nothing to say."
You are my "I just wanted to say hi."
With that said, I've got work, and you've got to fly.
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