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How can I say, “I love you?”
With a firm touch, with a tease,
With a photo of your laugh?

How can I say, “I miss you?”
Can I play it on a guitar
With the strings you gave me?
Should I send a thousand poems,
Or a single, long note?

You were 15 and I was 16.
I danced around the columns
Of the museum that summer.
You worked in its library,
Searching and sorting.

In careful script, I once wrote that you
Were the most beautiful thing
In the museum. What a silly compliment.
Yet, I know you still have that card.
You will always be the most beautiful thing
To pass through the museum.

Your face is my favorite gallery.
Your irises are its halls.
Your neck is a famous arch.
Your voice is the sun that filters through.
I would visit everyday if I could-
Hobbling around happily in my old age.

Maybe I should say, “I love you. I miss you.”
Maybe, I can.
Perhaps, I will say it tomorrow.

How can I say, “I love you?”
With a firm touch, with a tease,
With a photo of your laugh?

How can I say, “I miss you?”
Can I play it on a guitar
With the strings you gave me?
Should I send a thousand poems,
Or a single, long note?

You were 15 and I was 16.
I set up a stained glass exhibit
For a museum that summer.
You worked in its library,
Searching and sorting.

In careful script, I once wrote that you
Were the most beautiful thing
In the museum. What a silly compliment.
Yet, I know you still have that card.
You will always be the most beautiful thing
To pass through the museum.

Your face is my favorite gallery.
Your irises are its halls.
Your neck is a famous arch.
Your voice is the sun that filters through.
I would visit everyday if I could-
Hobbling around happily in my old age.

Maybe I should say, “I love you. I miss you.”
Maybe, I can.
Perhaps, I will say it tomorrow.

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OK. Not exactly a fine work of poetry. I’m happy to get reactions, though. I’ll probably post more poems when I write them if anyone likes it.

How can I say, “I love you?”
With a firm touch, with a tease,
With a photo of your laugh?

How can I say, “I miss you?”
Can I play it on a guitar
With the strings you gave me?
Should I send a thousand poems,
Or a single, long note?

You were 15 and I was 16.
I set up a stained glass exhibit
For a museum that summer.
You worked in its library,
Searching and sorting.

In careful script, I once wrote that you
Were the most beautiful thing
In the museum. What a silly compliment.
Yet, I know you still have that card.
You will always be the most beautiful thing
To pass through the museum.

Your face is my favorite gallery.
Your irises are its halls.
Your neck is a famous arch.
Your voice is the sun that filters through.
I would visit everyday if I could-
Hobbling around happily in my old age.

Maybe I should say, “I love you. I miss you.”
Maybe, I can.
Perhaps, I will say it tomorrow.

How can I say, “I love you?”
With a firm touch, with a tease,
With a photo of your laugh?

How can I say, “I miss you?”
Can I play it on a guitar
With the strings you gave me?
Should I send a thousand poems,
Or a single, long note?

You were 15 and I was 16.
I arranged an exhibit
For a museum that summer.
You worked in its library,
Searching and sorting.

In careful script, I once wrote that you
Were the most beautiful thing
In the museum. What a silly compliment.
Yet, I know you still have that card.
You will always be the most beautiful thing
To pass through the museum.

Your face is my favorite gallery.
Your irises are its halls.
Your neck is a famous arch.
Your voice is the sun that filters through.
I would visit everyday if I could-
Hobbling around happily in my old age.

Maybe I should say, “I love you. I miss you.”
Maybe, I can.
Perhaps, I will say it tomorrow.