meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again

i have wonderful days and then wonderful nights

but then i want to text b to tell him a secret and i can't.

i want to stop by and throw rocks at his dorm window 

and tell him to take me to get ice cream and i can't.

i want him to surprise me at home with a movie and some lovin and cuddle up all night.

or go for a walk around my neighborhood holding his hand.

or go on a little date and have a whole conversation with our eyes about the people sitting next to us.

and have him kiss my head when i lean on his shoulder on the way home.

i wanna flirt with him dammit.

but i can't.

from here

i miss you, b.

-wildchild