Should we go back and forth between phone calls and text messages, Facetime and Skype?
Shall we laugh about nights spent sleeping sideways and piles of books left unread?
Should you see my anklet again, could you pocket it for the next time you see me?
Snow builds outside my bedroom window, but I've got your sweater to ward off the cold.
Sunsets make me think of your sunrises, and I wonder what is left.
Sadness doesn't come to me as often as it once did whenever you are around.
So I wonder, would it be too much of me to ask you to stay this time 'round?