i would have rested my hand on your leg
i would have checked my coat
with my hands free
i would have reached for you
i would have leaned in
pressed myself against you
i would have caught your eye and held it
i would have run my fingers down your neck
held my hand on your chest
i would have told you more
and for me it grew each day i saw you
each day we talked
and the afternoon flowed over
into a cocktail and dinner and a nightcap
and a can’t wait to go upstairs
and i am grateful for everything exactly as it was
and exactly as it is
i made it to today
to this
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