Love, Like, Hate

I love,

the way he talks

the words he uses

In his perfectly structured sentences

those I don’t understand.

 

I love,

the way he thinks

the way he reaches out to me

and comforts me.

 

I like it,

when he’s far away,

Yet near me.

When he tries to cheer me up

From my little miseries

 

I hate,

that he’s far away

That I can’t touch him

Or see his face

Other than in my head.

 

I hate,

That I can’t hear his thoughts

Sewn in that beautiful voice

More often than this

And that I had to say goodbye,

Once Again.