Jacqueline

I miss your ginger hair

and the way you like to dress.

Those blue jeans on you

and the way you don’t give a shit.

I think of the things you like to do

and that I’m now one of them.

Why don’t you come over

so we could cuddle and kiss.

Because I like the way you smell

and how you like to caress.

You could spend the night for once

and we could wake up in bliss.

You say it is hit and miss,

but I say that you could commit,

Nothing big and scary,

but it’s the way it is, admit it.

We could stare into each other’s eyes

and then wave and say good bye.

Looking back is romantic,

as I turn the corner and walk away.

Never sure if I will see you again,

knowing it is just a matter of when.