I was leaning against the railing. I waved and said hi. You didn't respond.
I figured you were busy and didn't hear me. So, I went inside and wrote a
poem about you. I miss you! You know where I'm at, if you ever need
anything. There's just something about you that really attracts me. I don't
know if it's your attitude or your masculine presence, but something about
you just gets me so excited. I cherish the times I've had the opportunity
to show you my guitars and my shower. Thinking of you always