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

At Newcastle.

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

I like 

But to like more would be treason:

I call them Shorter Poems for a reason.