Some things I like about you:
I like that in the past
We’ve probably crossed paths
And can laugh about that now.
I like that you’ve roved
To the other side of the globe
But build your Hadrian’s Wall
I like that you don’t stroll
Without a definite goal
In whose direction to direct your sole.
I like that you compare it to skiing.
I like that I smile before seeing
You, and all the way through.
I like that you look like Oona Chaplin.
I like grappling with you on destiny
And knowing you’ll get the best of me.
I like that your eyes dilate with late light
But to like more would be treason:
I call them Shorter Poems for a reason.